I’m officially stalking an ex. There. I’ve said it. The fact is, I genuinely believe, that stalking is well within the realm of acceptable behavior when it comes to a good hairdresser. We’d only been out twice, but they were two unforgettable dates. First, the woman gives good scalp. Really gets in there and massages with minty oils. Then she works you up into a lather. She cools you off with a shot of cold water after the cream rinse to close the hair cuticle. Second, she gives a blow like I’ve never ever had before. She half-dries my entire head before spraying the roots with Aveda volumizing tonic, then she goes in for the kill, working her magic with a big round brush, one section at a time. The key is, she dries from the roots, all smooth, but then she winds my hair around the barrel of the brush, only to twirl the brush free, leaving angelic curls of mass destruction. I’ve never, in all my time in New York City–from Frederic FakeGuy to Bumble and Stumble–had such a perfect blowout.The key really is that Breck bounce. Without the curls at the ends, your hair just hangs on for dear life.
Last time I made my appointment at Kisma Hair Co. & Spa, I was told, "Stacey no longer works here, but we can schedule you with Laura. She’s very good." I hate you. I seriously hate you. Still, I go, hoping… in vain.Everyone was tight-lipped about her departure, and I’m guessing she didn’t leave on the best of terms. Oh, how I wish they’d just give up her info.No one can replace Miss Stacey Glynn.
Mind you, I only know her last name because when we first met she gave me her card. In the past few days, I’ve torn the house apart looking for it. Rummaged through the handbags, leafed through papers, peeked in bedside table drawers. I finally discovered her card in my closet. Aha! A last name! I’ll find her online.
I tried many combinations in that trusty google window, only to turn up… incorrect matches. "Stacey Glynn," "Stacey Glynn Hair," "Stacey Glynn Kisma," "Stacey Glynn God." Now, here is where I reveal the depths of my desperation. I didn’t only search for her on Facebook and Myspace. I found one in Michigan on a MeetUp page, had to log in to contact her. It gets worse. I then came across a Stacey Glynn, whose photo and profile I couldn’t see unless I "joined." Dammit, I joined some bebo service, I’ll never use, just to see if it was her. It wasn’t. When all this failed, I went old school and picked up the phone for some 411 action. Nada.
So now, I am appealing to the masses in this woeful time. If by six degrees, you happen to know a Stacey Glynn who once worked at Kisma Hair Co. & Salon, please let her know the redhead is stalking her. Please have her put me out of my misery with an email. A text. Anything. I’m desperate.