I began seeing Mark in February 2015, but stopped a year later. No reason. The breakup was purely situational.
I was having my hair colored in May of 2016, and it was easy to just have someone who worked with Lico cut my hair. But Koda was never as good as Mark.
So yesterday, when I looked in the mirror and realized that I absolutely had to have my hair cut immediately, I called Mark. I felt guilty. I left him without explanation. So I tell him the truth and ask if he'll take me back. "Of course," he replies.
Today I see him. I actually spot him crossing Park, on my way to my appointment with him. It's like bumping into an old friend. Mark is still adorable. His salon (Mark on Madison) is pristine. He is talented, interesting, and treats me with respect and kindness.
Mark is one of the few hair cutters I've ever gone to where I don't sit and read, or play on my phone, while he cuts my hair. We always have good conversations. About work. About family. About marketing. About his other business (hair extensions) and how to grow it. About life.
In thirty minutes he's done. And in eight weeks I'll be back.
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