My mom used to see this darling woman from Afghanistan and they would bond over their mostly shared culture practices and love of Bollywood movies. It got to a point where she would give my mom discounts on products and serves.
The problem? She did a horrible job. I only went to her once but she butchered my hair. Her way of cutting layers involved pulling a squared off section of hair upwards, holding it in one hand, and snipping off 4" straight across with the other. I was too traumatized to add layers to my hair again for another 5 years. Even my dad, who hasn't changed his hair in probably 25 years and doesn't even have that much hair left, didn't think she did a good job. But my mom kept going to her, because she felt they were friends.
Long story short, I finally managed to dragged her off to just TRY someone new, and she hasn't been back in years.
Stylists are not friends. This is their job and they need to stay within their professional boundaries. It's great to be friendly and put your clients at ease, but I don't like it when my stylists take it too far. It's weird to me, like being best buddies with your gynecologist. No thanks…