I cheated on someone last night. I'd like to say it was a momentary lapse, that I was caught up in the heat of passion, but I'd be lying--it was planned a week in advance.
And it was spectacular.
Now before you all start calling me names, let me make it clear that the person I cheated on was my hairdresser. And he really should have seen it coming because I cheated on my previous hairdresser with him 7 years ago. Once a cheater, always a cheater.
I have been going through a hair identity crisis over the last year and it finally came to a head (no pun intended) last night. I've always had stick-straight hair my entire life (not counting a couple of ill-advised perms) so imagine my surprise (alarm, dismay) when about a year ago my hair started to get a little wavy, flipping out in ways that ruined the line of my perfect, sleek bob. This summer ("thank you, humidity!") things spiraled (again, no pun intended) out of control when the slight wave started becoming something some might call a curl. Not people with actual curl in their hair, more like people like me who don't have a curly hair on their body (no, really--not "there" either). This development has left me at a complete loss as to how to style my hair. I've tried everything I can think of but at the end I'm never satisfied.
So I decided a needed a new perspective. Enter Joe. Joe's solution? To cut my hair so short that there's no more curl left.
When I get the hang of styling this new look of mine maybe I'll post a picture. In the meantime, rest assured I like the "new me" and I'm sure you will too. I just need to get used to the feel of wind on the back of my neck again....