It's over, Eddie. I found someone else and I cant see you anymore.
You and I started out great. You made me feel like a princess after our first meeting. I was beautiful. I had finally found the one!
You threw diamond cut compliments at me. Praise. Laughter. Promises. Attention.
The colour was awesome. The cut was amazing. I swished my way back to the office and was buzzed for four days until the blow-dry finally dropped.
The compliments from friends and colleagues kept me high and I was in total awe of your talents.
I looked past the gaudy salon of gold and marble. I looked past your ponytail and forgave your hairy chest in your open silky shirt.
I returned for the next fix. And even though the price had somehow gone up an extra $100, I still felt great. My bank account was suffering, but I justified it by feeling so lovely.
Looking back Eddie, it was the third visit when the gloss started to fade.
Before our appointment, I called and got a quote. You knew I hated surprises, and I needed to know I could afford to keep seeing you.
So I came in. Our last time together. You didn't even cut my hair but sent me to some junior for a quick trim. He tried to up-sell me eyebrow threading.
You threw some sarcasm at me for waiting longer than 6 weeks. My greys were showing, and you were less glowing.
Your colourists didn't even bother to enter conversation.
There was no cup of coffee. No glass of water. No massage at the basin.
Your front desk lady charged me more than your quote. Two. Hundred. Dollars.... more!
I felt ripped off. I was charged a mortgage payment for a basic cut and colour, I was paying for your garish salon on George Street. You wouldn't even look at me when I questioned you about the cost, and you walked away which has given me the right to publicly shame you and never come near your salon again.
Your staff are rude and evasive, and your senior colourist needs some conversation skills.
And, to quote my friend Aurelie - "I've had better"
So - I found someone new.
He's awesome, and honest, and makes me feel beautiful. He listens to me. He laughs with me. He cuts and colours my hair and brings out the best in me.
He's funny.
He's talented.
He knows how to hold a conversation.
He know's how to make a woman look amazing!
AND, I dont have to sell my soul to look and feel this great.
Stear clear of Eddie Azziz and his Cheating Ways (Le E'Toille in George Street, Sydney)
I'm not telling anyone about my new guy Craig Roach in Surry Hills!
"Before"
So much stress, so many greys.
"After"
Loving myself sick with the colour and cut and blow dry by Craig.
POST SCRIPT: My friend sent me this link after reading my blog about Eddie Azziz - no wonder I felt a bit creepy about him: Eddie is a Pervert!
