by Michael Mackie

My hair stylist just up and moved to Joplin, MO.   No call.  No goodbye.  Just left.

I was devastated.  And I can’t even begin to TELL you how distraught my hair is over the situation.  It’s like losing a best friend … a best friend with magical clippers.

I’m losing hair where I need it … and I’m gaining hair where I don’t want it.

So I’ve started the long, laborious and painful process of shopping for a new hair guru.  My hair takes a village … and so does finding the right person with the right touch. 

But where do I start?  Do I have a friend refer THEIR stylist?  Nah.  Most of my friend’s have not changed their look since … well, birth.  Do I just stop in to random salons and demand to see their stylist’s qualifications?  Nah.   Even with eight million certifications, you could be a top-notch stylist, but a horrible colorist.  So what’s a boy to do?

Now that I’m settling in to my ‘30’s, I just realized only five people have ever touched the (now-thinning) hairs on my head … so, clearly, I’m vain about what’s left on top of my melon. 

So, I’ve decided to start interviewing people to find out why they WANT my business.  And, more importantly, if they can help me achieve my hair goal.   (Uh, which is to look like Aaron Eckhart, less I digress.)   Trust me, if my hairdresser came back … first, I’d smack him for leaving.  But I’d go back in a heartbeat because he was phenomenal at what he did.

So as I head in 2008, I’m open to any ideas or suggestions on finding someone brilliant, talented, and can make that bald spot on top of my head disappear.  And, finally, my new stylist better have a good head on their shoulders.

A good head with hair almost, but not quite, as good as mine.

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