Hair and Happiness Part 2 Susan the Student It wasn�t until I was 18, and starting university that I had my first long-haired girlfriend. Even then, that was more by accident than design. It was a life changing experienced � although not altogether a positive one! I am fortunate to have the sort of looks that many women find attractive (and the arrogance to go with it!). Susan - as she shall be called to avoid mutual embarrassment - hit on me in fresher�s week. She walked over to me with one of her friends at a party and struck up the sort of crass conversation that only seems possible in the first week at university. Soon we were going out together. She was a striking, dark-haired young woman with a pale Celtic complexion. Her hair was wavy and glossy and fell to just below her shoulders. I was entranced. Everything went fantastically for more than six months, as the relationship burgeoned into my first full-blown sexual partnership (behind the bike sheds excluded). Even then her hair didn�t feature initially. It was long � but not spectacularly so. I enjoyed the feeling of it and enjoyed running my fingers through it, but I didn�t relate it to the frisson I felt when I chanced upon much longer hair on occasions amongst the students at the university. But after a few months I started to notice her hair getting longer. By the spring, it was close to her bra strap. I began daydreaming of how it would look at much longer lengths and wondering how long it would take. Of course, she knew nothing of this. Apart from the usual complements, hair was never a topic of conversation between us. My secret obsession remained secret. Of course the inevitable happened. Returning from the Easter break, her hair had been cut back to shoulder length. It seemed she had missed her regular appointment at Christmas for family reasons and had no intention of growing her hair longer. I thought I hid my disappointment, but things were never quite the same again. Inevitably my interest wandered elsewhere, our relationship cooled and we went our separate ways. |
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