I used to work next to this hairdresser, a very good friend of mine at the time, who never hesitated to ask really personal questions, and he played out the role of psychologist, even though he was one of the most neurotic people I know. "So how are you two really doing? Are you having sex yet?" My skin would crawl, it felt unprofessional. And yet, he was booked solid. He was known to be over-the-top sensitive, and a great listener, and he really did care. And, yet he would get right in your buisness. He attracted clients who liked that.
He gave, and gave, and gave. He booked himself tight, haircut after haircut. Lunch went down in five minutes, usually the fattiest, saltiest of foods, wtih a Coke. After years of that pace, he vanished from his buisness. Couldn't do it anymore. Clients who had appointments, didn't get a call. Clients of eighteen years wondered why.