Here's What I Learned After Eating Nothing but Pizza for Seven Straight Days — Life in the Kitchen

I was a college sophomore when I met my hairdresser. He was an up-and-coming salon superstar, a hair-show headliner with a nationwide fan base. I was a 19-year-old whose unfortunate interpretation of 'The Rachel' made her look like your least stylish aunt. He changed that, and he's the only reason why I no longer share a hairstyle with someone who could tell you where to buy a nice pair of slacks.

Since I never escaped the mid-sized Southern city where I attended school, my relationship with him has lasted well into my 30s, outliving the relationships I've had with everyone except my immediate family and Law & Order: SVU. It's an understatement to say that we've gotten to know each other well, so at my last appointment, when he spun my chair around and said "I have a serious question for you," I was concerned.

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