F*ck Client
My name is Novella and I am a f*ck client.
I just wanna start by saying this all came about due to my newfound love and support of scammer length nails.
(Scammer Nails: long acrylic nails typically belonging to those who scam)
Although I’ve only been apart of the Scammer Length Nail Society for about a year, my life has been changed and I’ll never go back; you can’t make me. In the midst of this addiction I learned there is something called “nail etiquette” that I was not previously aware of. Like most acrylic wearers, we’re extremely particular about length, shape, density of the nail, curve, polish selection, etc. All these factors topped with just a bit of chemistry makes for the perfect acrylic atmosphere for cute nails.
Having been on a hunt for a consistent and reliable nail tech (after my homegirl Diane moved back to Korea no lie), I stumbled across this nail IG page that showed promise, an African American nail tech, and most importantly was about 10min from my house. BET.
What I did not know was that once I made it a point to try and connect with a nail tech (by showing up consistently for 2 nail appointments) that I had found myself in a relationship and wouldn’t be able to get my fill-in by another nail tech because “that would be cheating”. No, chemistry wasn’t bad which is important because I need you to know that the squeal noise I just made really means “don’t file that spot anymore… its gooood”. I was just so accustomed to walking into my corner nail shop and instinctively answering the “what you need?” question with “just a fill-in”. Back when I knew my homegirl Diane’s schedule so I would walk in, make eye contact, and take a seat. The idea of committing to a date 2 weeks from now was intimidating because booking an appointment in advance was too much of a commitment.
Having been given the “Ooo no baby what is you doin” speech by my friends, I learned my flakey nail etiquette categorized me as “f*ck client”. Per my new nail techs IG page, it specifically asked “Are you ready to start this relationship?” which negates my chance to say that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I just wanted my nails to look like my designated nail category folder saved on IG. I didn’t realize there was fine print. I’m checking the shape, colors, cuticle care, and length. Who reads the fine print? I thought we were just chillin, getting to know each other, vibin’, and all that other f*ck boy rhetoric. I thought we were still seeing other people. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m just not looking for a relationship right now. Still hoping to run into my girl Diane.
