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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

By Glinda

I admit it, I am a bad breaker-upper.  After my first boyfriend and I broke up, I decided he didn’t deserve the Billy Joel concert tickets I had bought him mere weeks before, so I took them with me as I left his house. Another guy I was casually dating implored me that even if we stopped dating, to please keep speaking to him.  Well, he sent me a salacious card that offended me at the time, and I just simply stopped speaking to him, despite my promise.

But probably the worst break up I’ve ever had was with my former hair stylist.  She was the sister of my former college best friend, and I just kind of fell into becoming her customer since I saw her all the time at my friend’s house and such.  Not that she wasn’t good, she was fine, but over time, little things started to annoy me.

She was an itinerant hair stylist, always changing her salon.  I think during the ten or so years that I went to her, she must have changed salons at least 6 times.  She kept selecting salons farther and farther away from where I lived, and it got to be a bit much to travel 45 minutes just to get a haircut.

Along with every move came a price hike.  I think she was up to almost $145 for a haircut and partial color weave when I broke up with her.

She also had a bad habit of “working in” other customers during my appointment time, meaning instead of my appointment taking an hour and a half, it wound up taking almost three hours.  While I was “conditioning” at the sink she would cut someone’s hair.  This took at least 20 minutes.  Then, as I was under the dryer, she would cut someone else’s, also adding at least an extra 10-15 minutes.  She never asked me if I minded, I guess she just figured it was her prerogative.  Eventually, I felt disrespected and used, just like some of my former relationships.

But, what really drove me nuts was that she would always talk about herself.  I had always thought that you were the customer, and so the hairstylist was supposed to be the attentive listener-therapist who would commiserate with you about your latest problem.  Not her, instead I found myself giving her the advice and having to try to squeeze in some tidbits of my own whenever she would pause for breath.

So I am rather ashamed to say that I allowed her to do the hair and makeup for my wedding, and then never spoke to her again.  I know, I know, I should have called her, wrote her a “dear Jane” letter or something.  But, I am a wimp when it comes to things like that, and as the examples above show, I am not very good at breaking up.  It is not so much malice on my part, I simply slink away and try to avoid directly hurting someone’s feelings.  As if she hadn’t noticed that her customer of 10 years stopped coming.  But, as guilty as I feel, I haven’t had the guts to ever say anything, even though my sister and mom (whom I referred to her) still go to her on a regular basis.  Coward, thy name is Glinda.

2 Responses to “Breaking Up is Hard to Do”

  1. Aurumgirl Says:

    Let me reassure you: your stylist pal could also give you a call once in a while, or send you a promotional flyer or notice in the mail with a miniscule, handwritten “Hello! How are you?” penned in just to let you know she still values you as a customer and friend. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of: she had ten years to respond the way she needed to respond to you, and she didn’t.

    I’m the salon customer no one on staff knows how to deal with–I’ve got defiant, curly hair very few stylists even know how to cut, let alone style, colour, or condition. Even the “curly hair specialist” stylists who charge hundreds of dollars for a cut don’t have a clue (yeah, I’ve gone there too). I rarely see a stylist more than once because of that, and, seriously, it’s all about business for me, it’s not personal. Do what I ask (as in colour the damned hair the colour I’ve selected, not one you think is “better”, because it is not), make the cut and style flattering and easy to look after, be accessible, and price yourself reasonably and I’ll be coming back regularly. Fail to deliver at any one of those things, I’m going to be forced to look elsewhere. Not a “breakup”. Just a need to get what I pay for.

  2. Jennie Says:

    I never say anything; just stop going. At least you aren’t going to her current salon for anything else! THAT can get a little awkward, let me tell you!

    I get perms, and so finding someone who can give me curls like yours is nearly impossible, and then a DIFFERENT person who is as good at cutting as the first one is at perming! My latest perm has been a love-hate affair: she pulled my hair, didn’t want to converse, accidentally dug her hand into my eye at the sink (I had a towel over my face, so I know it wasn’t on purpose. I hope.) and the perm doesn’t have as much volume as I wanted. But then, on the other hand, it DOES kind of resemble the requested beachy waves. But the salon where she works is a little snooty and I think they would frown on giving me my money back. Plus, what if I had to TALK to her about it!?!??!?!?! I can’t. So I’ll go back to my other new perm person and keep going to my awesome haircut person. Sorry for the long rant, but I definitely feel your pain. And I am not on speaking terms with ANY exes – I believe that all exes should immediately leave Earth after the relationship is over. Find a new planet; this one’s mine.

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