An unexpected encounter by Franko

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An unexpected encounter
It took place in my student days in the early 80s. My name is Monika, I wear and love very short hair and it excites me when I see long hair especially in men and think about cutting it off. Some of my friends and my boyfriend had their hair trimmed by me to my delight, but it never got really short. But one day I got an unexpected opportunity. It started when my boyfriend at the time told me by phone that he wanted to break up with me. He had to choose between me and his old friend to whom he had put horns on for several months. Since our relationship became known to her by a stupid coincidence, she had put the gun on his chest and forced him to decide.
Unfortunately, their decision against me had failed and I was completely depressed. I decided to go to a pub and get drunk. In the old town there was a run-down smoked rock shed with stale beer but excellent music. The dim student cashier was the right place to drown the grief in alcohol! I ordered a big beer at the bar and watched melancholically the people pouring in as they crowded into the cramped taproom.
I had just had the first glass of beer when the door opened and a group of two young female students with male escorts came in. One of the women in my size caught my eye as a hair fetishist â€" smooth, maroon hair with a middle part, uncut bangs that she had clamped behind her ears. When I walked in, I couldn't tell how long the hair was. A strand slid over the shoulder of her thick plastic jacket and seemed to reach up to her elbow. She turned to me, and I found out, to my surprise, that it was a young, clean-shaven man. He had a round face reddened by the cold and was looking for a seat at the bar with his companions. They crowded next to me, but did not take off their jackets and coats and ordered beer. The long-haired man squeezed himself next to me and turned his back on me after a while. I was flat when I saw his hair â€" it completely covered his wide back and reached far over his buttocks. They were well maintained, without split ends and had not been cut to a length for a long time. I absolutely had to get to know him and after a while I started a lively conversation with him. His name was Hannes, he studied political science and was quite accessible. After an hour we left the pub without his company to dance in a nearby disco. There he took off his jacket and took out his hair from behind his ears, which reached up to his thigh. When dancing, only a huge coat of hair could be seen, which almost completely enveloped his face and body. We drank a few more beers, joked and chatted about God and the world. Finally, we hugged and kissed. By now it was already 2 o'clock at night and I suggested that he go to me, as he was still living with his parents. We loved each other all night and I woke up next to him the next morning covered in hair. We got into the shower together and his incredible mat looked wet even longer than in dry condition. He roughly dried his wet hair with a bath towel, wrapped it and piled a snail on his head. We had breakfast and I helped him blow dry his mane. When he leaned forward, the huge mat looked like a tent covering everything. "You have an incredible amount of hair," I said to him." Thank you, but it's starting to get annoying. Wash and blow dry for one hour every few days. When I wear them open, they knot hair, hair everywhere in windy weather and at home..."When was the last time you went to the hairdresser?" I asked him." I haven't been to the hairdresser in eight years. When I started growing them, everyone loved it and they would have left even after three years when I was supposed to do military service. But I was retired and at some point I did not dare to cut off even one centimeter. Actually, they disturb everywhere â€" even when making love. I even broke up with a friend who liked short hair when she wanted to drag me to the hairdresser. But now I'm tired of it too. Imagine the other day my forehead hair fell into the soup while eating! "
My heart was racing and I gathered all my courage: "I'm happy to accompany you to the hairdresser or do you want me to cut it for you?" "No, I don't want to go to the hairdresser, but if you want, then cut them off me!" I couldn't believe it, but I didn't expect anything like that!
I asked him to sit on a wooden chair at my desk and he looked out the window while I pulled a dressing curtain out of the closet, ran to the bathroom and gathered scissors, brush, comb and a small hairdressing mirror. I would not miss such an opportunity. My hands were shaking with excitement. He sat there with his back facing me and his mat covered the backrest and the tips almost touched the floor. It looked like a farmer had unloaded his hay harvest on me. I grabbed his hair in the neck, tied the hairdressing curtain over him with his help and brushed the hair back. What a hair mass! I didn't think he really wanted to part with his 1.20 m Godiva hairstyle. He was certainly just having fun with me. If he really wanted a change, she would be better off at the hairdresser anyway. "Finally get started!" he said energetically and I took the scissors in my hand. "How short can it be? 10 or 15 cm off? "- "No, leave me up to chin length and cut me a pony so that I can see out of my sight again." I set up the mirror, grabbed a strand at the top of my head and showed him the length I wanted to cut off. I asked him again, "Are you kidding, should I actually do this?" He nodded and I cut off the first min. 1 m long strand to chin length. Now it had happened â€" there was no turning back and I combed her hair over his face and cut a bangs over his eyes. Now I began to cut off the top hair piece by piece and the floor was covered over and over with hair, so that my shoes were no longer visible. Now the super long strands at the back of his head came along and cut him a bobsleigh-like hairstyle. I got my shaving kit and shaved his neck as best I could. He looked in the mirror and tears rose to his face and he screamed! "Oh my God - but it doesn't look so bad," she sniffed and got up. He wordlessly packed his things and disappeared without any word and without leaving his address. Such a crazy guy! I never saw Hannes again. I swept the hair together and have been keeping it in a cardboard box ever since to remind myself of this incredibly crazy encounter every now and then. My grief over my lost friend was blown away and forgotten after that night and this event.

Franko

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