Hair and Happiness Part 3 Curly Claire At least the relationship with Susan taught me the power of my obsession. I began to actively seek out long-haired girls. It was the time of punk, and green spiky crops were more common than flowing manes. Even so, there were some students who wore their hair long in the style of the previous generation. The girl with the longest hair on the campus was on my course. I notice her the day she arrived a year after I met Susan. Here hair was mousy brown, straight and fell in a single braid to her mid-thigh. I made it my business to get to know her, and soon discovered that she went home every week-end to see her long standing boyfriend � to whom she was engaged. In any case, we didn�t really click. This pattern repeated itself time and time again. Soon I realised I had a problem. The women with very long hair were few and far between. By narrowing the field so drastically, I had reduced the chance of meeting someone compatible in other ways. Apart from a few brief and unsatisfactory relationships with short-haired women, my next two years were near celibate. It finally happened the year after I left university. I was working as a trainee accountant. One of my fellow trainees was Claire - a beautiful, freckled red-head who wore her long curly hair in a scruffy bun each day. We got on well � her fiery temperament matched her flaming red locks and I loved the way she stood up for herself in the tutorials challenging fellow students and tutors alike. One evening I bumped into her in a local pub. She was with a group of female friends from the firm. It was the first time I had seen her hair loose. It fell in torrents of curls to just below mid back. I was dumb-struck. Later than evening I told her how beautiful her hair was. She seemed genuinely flattered and spent the rest of the evening twisting it around and around her finger. Later that week I asked her out for a meal, and our relationship began. She knew from the start how much I loved her hair. However, I was still not able to tell her the full extent of my obsession. Her hair played a big part in our lovemaking and she was well aware of its allure. |
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