The hair stylist and I have a great understanding, a relationship akin to an old married couple.
He has been doing my business for the last 8 years. Which suits him as I dont think he has many customers.
He is not the greatest of stylist, I've even coached him. Which suits him as he's rather dull and I dont think he gets to update himself with the latest trends.
I love the long silence and rather not indulge in mindless conversations. Which suits him as I suspect he's not much of a talker anyway.
He doesnt have an inkling of who I am. Which suits him because he wouldnt want to reciprocate, justifying his existence.
I can secretly read FHM and oogle at the scantily clad models. Which suits him as it disctracts me from commenting at his ineptitudeness.
He doesnt aspire confidence as his own hair needs to be styled. Which suits him as expectations of a great haircut would be low.
His confidence is so low that he looks at me all the time, seeking approval. Which suits him because I dont think anyone else cares for him.
So I put up with all his inadequacies and insecurities. But what really irks me is that everytime he does my sides, his crotch brushes against my shoulder. Which doesnt suit me, I need to move on.