My dear hairdresser I am back. I heard that the salons may be closing again. Is it true? Why our relationship is considered dangerous, I still don’t understand, especially when there is a save on public transport, etc. out there. However, since I am not the one in charge of the matter, let me look at the situation from my perspective. And what is that?
I came here today in fear of when I would see you again. I want you to do my hair, but I don’t want you to do my hair. and I want you to teach me how to do it myself. I also want you to tell me the shampoo you use, the the conditioner, the mask, the healing cream… the brushes… how you wash me, the way you wash me. your email, the fb profile and your personal phone number for the difficult days, nights to come.
I accept that, no grooming is needed since I won’t be seen since I will be locked up in the house. But I’m a beautiful single being, if the man in my life is found walking the dog, will he see me disheveled? What will be my excuse for my outward condition away from you? And say the perfect man understands the problem of my unkempt appearance …. How am I supposed to wake up in the morning pleasantly, seeing my ugly self in the mirror?
Hairdressers for some people are the light version of a psychologist. And I ask, always humorously, why, if the psychologists are open, you, my dear hairdresser, are closing? You want to force me to see a psychologist? And when the psychologist tells me to lie down and tell him my insides, should I say, “Make me some fringe?
Guys, these things don’t happen. Find solutions, the years go by and I’m getting fat with the quarantine, I don’t even fit on the shelf!!!!
