That’s me at the bottom with my two or three feet of hair.
In high school, a guy came up to me in the lunch room to ask me out. And then right in the middle of doing so, he stopped and stared at my hair.
“Your hair kinda reminds me of pubes,” he said.
There was a pause.
“Did you just call my hair…pubic hair?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.
Needless to say, we never went out.