Another reason I like her is because she's way cute. We're about the same age, she may be a few years older, but that's how I describe her, as cute. She wears cute clothes and shoes and she has cute hair and a cute figure. I just imagine that's how someone doing my hair should be. Stylish, and not only that but more stylish than me. When you go to someone who is suppose to keep you posh, you don't want them to be frumpy. Am I right? I'm right.
Even though she is cute and stylish, she's insanely nice. I suppose insanely isn't a great description. She's not so nice it's annoying, but when I see a pretty girl, I always assume they're going to be snobbish or look down on me. I'm not sure why I have this preconceived notion about pretty girls, but I always have. I think it has a lot to do with high school and possibly even college. Anyhow, she's nice, like girlfriend nice, like we could hang out nice. She's not a snob in the least. I like that. I sit in that chair and look in the mirror and it's hard not to make comparisons between the two of us. I quickly snap out of it because she's talking to me non stop about the latest movie she's seen or what she did last week or where she took her kids the other day just for fun. I don't have much time to dwell on her beauty because she's so comfortable to be around.
And most importantly, I think I like her so much because she's so absent minded. She has been known to mess up a hair color, burn you with the hair dryer, and she is always running behind schedule. Always. Most people might find this completely annoying for someone who is providing them a service, but I find it charming. Probably because I have this same problem. I have been known to completely mess up a simple task, such as baking a frozen pizza, forget to make important phone calls, and I am always "fashionably" late. Maybe it's refreshing to know that I'm not alone in this world of absent mindedness. That even girls that seem perfectly put together aren't so perfect. (Of course, after four years I have also learned that her life in general is far from perfect, but that's something entirely different. No one has a perfect life.)
So, enought on my hair lady. I'm going to go get my book and lay out even though I haven't shaved today and then decide what I should have for dinner, realize there is no way I'm going to be able to figure it out, call my mom and get some addresses to send out invitations to Darby's birthday party, and then do nothing for the rest of the evening. It should be fun.