commitment-phobe (plural commitment phobes)

  1. A person whose is reluctant to form a commitment in a romantic relationship

Last weekend, at the wedding of my very dear friend Paulina, I bumped into a face I hadn't seen since 2003 in Los Angeles-- Tammy, Paulina's ever-amazing hair dresser at Privè. (Tip: the only place to make you a 'real' blond).  Seven and a half years ago at an MTV party, Paulina met just-off-the-bus-from-Utah Tammy and since that moment, they have been so inseparable that Tammy was a guest at Paulina's very quiet "family-only" wedding in the Paris country-side.

I wish this was me but it is not.

I am not so lucky.

In the nearly eight years that I have officially been in Rome, I haven't fallen in love with that one hairdresser to continue forward in a happy, monogamist relationship.  If anything, my attitude has been more polygamist: I get around.   I have my guy for quick trims and styles,  and then a few different boys for color.  I can't commit but a world of Good versus Bad Hair, I need to.

Good Hair is hair (style, cut, color) that you like and that you can easily work with.   In essence, Good Hair based on your rapport with your hairdresser:  i.e. consistency and trust. To simplify:

Paulina + Tammy Forever = Good Hair.  

Moi + Hair Stylists Plural = Not So Good Hair

I need to settle down.  My play list of hairdressers in Rome (centro):

Doctor Zhivago:  Javier at Rossano Ferretti, (Trinita dei Monti)  Expensive, tri-lingual and amazing in color. 
Jerry Maguire:  Rick, Noi Salon (Piazza del Popolo).  Upfront and a love for English-only speakers. 
Edward Scissorhands:  Elena, Contesta Rock Hair (Monti).  Wizard with scissors.
Titanic:  Paolo, Paolo di Pofi (Barberini).  Expensive and over-the-top.  King of Extensions.

The Natural:  Pantarei- Aveda, (Campo de' Fiori) haven't been to new location, awaiting feedback.  Via dei Cappellari, 36,  066 878060

The Comeback KidRoberto d'Antonio (Piazza di Pietra), redid his salon.  Colorist