Hairdresser Infidelity

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I've decided one of the hardest sins for a woman to commit and then live with is hairdresser infidelity. Have you done it? Did you ever forgive yourself? Oh, the pain.

Here's the scenario. You love your hairdresser. You've stuck by her for years and years. Your hair always looks good. You aren't unhappy in your relationship. It isn't like you are out there looking for someone new, someone younger, someone better looking.

But one day you wake up and your hair just must be cut/colored/straightened/tended to in some way this very day. So many things can be put off - filing your taxes, shopping for food, picking the kids up from school - but this hair must be done today.

So, you make the call.

And your hairdresser isn't in. You pause on the phone. And the helpful receptionist says, "Someone else could do you today." Oh that evil temptress. Eve could have taken lessons from her.

You hesitate. But then you remember your desperation. Well, maybe just once won't matter.

So, in you go. You think of wearing large dark sunglasses but they all know you there. That wouldn't help. Just quick in - quick out. Leave no incriminating evidence.

But the hair. Why does it always look better after a transgression like that? You want to be nice but not too nice. You don't want to let this one-time hairdresser get the wrong impression that you are going to be calling back for another appointment.

So, you quickly pay and tip with a slight, "Thanks for fitting me in. It looks great." And out the door you run. Hoping no one else spots you leaving.

And you can't help but check that mirror in the car. Man, you look good. But, you can't go back to her. No. Never. It is back to your regular hairdresser next time - no excuses.

Well... unless she's out of town.