On my hairdresser that is.
And one of the expat moms told him.
I’ve been seeing Michel, my Mane Man, since I was La Single Girl in Paris. He’s been with me through all of the milestones in life. He massaged my scalp during a big break-up and gave me a new lease on life with a great cut and sexy highlights. He’s been with me through the fun stuff like marriage and French Fries. Yet over the last year, I’ve felt my love for him weaken. Maybe its’s because he doesn’t give me fabulous massages anymore while washing my hair. Or because he offers free manicures to some of my expat friends and not moi. Or maybe it’s because I’m jealous of him kissing everyone’s derrière but mine the minute they walk in the door. I only get a kiss on each cheek.
(Sidebar: The derrière kissing is endless: Claire Chazal (France’s equivalent to Katie Couric), the US ambassador’s wife, Barbara & Lauren Bush when they pass through town, Saudi princesses, French actresses… Message to Michel: La Mom needs some lovin’ too OK?)
So I started an affair with another hairdresser. He’s filling my needs in between visits to Michel. My love tank is full again. He gives my locks the love and attention they need while shamelessly flirting with me and making me feel oh-so beautiful. Wouldn’t you cheat too under these conditions?
Last week, my friend Jennifer happily informed Michel (then bragged to me about it) that I was cheating on him. Can you believe it? After all, I was the one who introduced her to Michel after she moved here from Dubai and was fed up with flying back to her old hairdresser there every 6 weeks.
(Sidebar: Honestly, I think her “hair appointments” were just an excuse to do some Duty Free shopping back in Dubai where her favorite designers were 30%cheaper than in Paris.)
So when I popped in to see Michel yesterday I told him that my four month absence in his salon was due to a long visit to the US. Michel winked at me and said, “Oh La Mom, you are lye-ing. Zjennifer ‘as told me zat you are coiffing your ‘air zomewhere else, you petite coquine.”
Red face. Watery eyes. I almost cried! He knew I’d cheated and would shave me bald as punishment!
“But eet ees OK, I knew eet and I also knew zat you would come back to me zooner or later chérie.”
Eh oui, I guess the French are so used to their spouses and lovers cheating so it’s perfectly natural to assume your hair client will too!
La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog athttp://lamomparis.blogspot.com.