When is cheating really cheating?

Does cheating on my hair stylist make me an adulteress? It feels like it. I have this burning guilt in my chest, not because I cheated this once. That, in my view, is fairly excusable since I was fed up with my bulky, wild hair. No, I had to get it taken care of immediately—for my sanity—and contacting my regular stylist can turn into a complicated, never-ending game of phone tag.

I feel guilty because, deep down, I really want to cheat again. No, not just cheat again. I want to divorce my current stylist so I can move on to the new one. (I must say, she did a great job with my hair tonight.) But instead of fessing up that I want to change stylists, I'm thinking of just not going to the old one anymore. Does that make me cruel?

Problem with this whole scenario is that my hair stylist has been a friend for a long time and has been cutting my hair since I was in high school. I really would feel bad about hurting her feelings by not going to her anymore. I just liked having someone cut my hair who was the same age as me. The new girl is up on current trends and doesn't cut my hair like I'm someone much older—and less in tune with modern styles.

It's all so complicated. I'm wondering, as a possible solution, if I could rotate hairstylists. Does that work, or would my friend know someone else has touched my hair, just like a wife can smell another woman's perfume on her husband's shirt? Ah! I don't know. Well, I have six weeks to think it over and decide. No need to feel guilty. Not at all.