Chatty Hair Stylists

So, I just got my hair cut today by the same person who did it last time. I requested her on purpose because I really liked the cut she did--one of those that just does what it's supposed to even without being prodded by a round brush and blow dryer. I love the cut. Seriously. I mean that. I got six compliments just coming back into work from the parking lot. Love, love, love the hair. I loathe the chatty.

I know I'm in the minority-clearly, because every other person getting their hair done in the salon seemed to have an extra good chatty stylist/client relationship. I know it's wierd, but I've never liked being chatty with my hairstylist. The only exception was when my friend B used to style my hair, but B was my friend before she became my stylist. A lot of this stems from (and I can hear those who know me really well laughing their asses off) the fact that I'm very shy with people I don't know that well. Said person may speak with the tongue of men and angels and it will still take me a little while to warm up to them. I don't know why. Can't explain it. Always been that way.

So today, I was asked all kinds of questions about everything under the sun. Where do I work? Do I have any kids? No? Do I want any? Married? Single? Oh, that's too bad. Am I from around here? Do I watch any television shows regularly? OMG, you watch Heroes? I don't. My husband doesn't like it. Do I like movies? How about music? What do I think of Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carrey dating? (They are? Really?)

All of her questions were really nice and I could tell she was trying to build up a good client/stylist relationship. B always considered herself as much a counselor as she did a stylist. Still, I feel awkward talking about myself so much (says the girl with the blog, but I do!!!!!!!). So, finally, I gave in and started asking her questions instead. Unlike me, my stylist loves talking, not just about herself, but pretty much about anything. And then, lo and behold, I found myself enjoying the conversation. It was very relaxing being the one giving conversational prompts instead of receiving them.

So there's a lesson to be learned here, something about stop worrying about yourself and put the focus back on others or some such blah-blah. Yeah. The real lesson is keep the stylist happy so you have pretty hair.