It's over.

I've left her.

We couldn't agree on anything for a long time. I'd say one thing and she'd do another. And I'd leave feeling upset, but keeping my feelings to myself. Sure, I'm culpable, because I'd always say, "It's good. Fine. Thanks." But, I knew it wasn't fine. I knew I wanted the back worked a little more. And ultimately, we just couldn't agree on what to do.

Oh yeah, I came here and talked about how great it was to have a female barber, or hairstylist, or what-have-you. But, you know what. It's over.

I don't know if there are rules about breaking up with your barber. But, much like I did with girlfriends in highschool, I am just not going where she goes and not asking for anything I have to pay for.

It's been a couple months now, and I've been experimenting with some male barbers, again. And so far, my elbows have been penis free (thank you for asking), and the back has been worked superbly. (*ahem*)