Before the COVID apocalypse, I used to see my hair stylist every 4-6 weeks. These days, having grown my hair long, I see her every two or three months. I enjoy my visits with her; I’ve been her client for three decades, I think.
We always talk about our adult children; we each have one. We also talk about health issues – my stroke, some family member’s neuro-degenerative illness, and so on. Sometimes, we talk about our own personal lives.
I saw her a few weeks ago for a trim. She was telling me about how dating has become more challenging as an older person. She’s probably ten or fifteen years younger than I.
Stylist: “You get together with someone you think you’re going to like, and then you see them without their clothes on. They don’t look like they did when they were 30, you know?” she says with a sigh,
Me: “Shit, I don’t even look like I did when I was 30 with my clothes on!”