And any woman with a working brain beneath her bangs knows that if you find a good stylist, you hang on tight. This is a relationship worth commitment. If he or she switches salons, you follow, even when it means driving an hour to the new place. If you get one bad cut, forgive, grow it out and make another appointment. But maybe these entanglements aren't meant to last forever.
Women do get weary, as the song goes, wearing the same tattered dress.
When Leroy and I have traveled to Paris, I gaze wistfully at the chic salons, but I can never muster the courage to get into a stranger's hands. And I'll spend six months fixing it after you come back. Perhaps fear has driven my fidelity all these years. I missed the appointment, I realized one day late. That morning I tried his number three times and got a busy signal, then the answering machine.