Whilst travelling home – I had the luxury of a half empty bus, until an elderly gentleman boarded. As he approached, I could smell a faint stale & boozy aroma – and obviously he decided he I’d be the perfect company & sat next to me.
I thought – Fine, whatever – at least he doesn’t smell like pee.
He then turned to me & with a thick accent that I could barely understand, asked me who does my hair.
I really wasn’t expecting that – so told him I do it myself and he complimented me on how lovely my hair was. He then continued the conversation all about hair – my hair, other peoples brightly dyed hair and just generally how lovely dyed hair is……..
It was fine – a little strange, but fine. Until he reached out, and attempted to stoke my hair.
Life went into slow motion – I threw myself as far into the window as possible,in an attempt to distance myself from the slowly approaching grotty old man hand.
As politely as I could – I informed him not to touch my hair.
Never touch my hair. My lovely CLEAN hair. My hair free of nasty pervy old man hands.
Why would someone do that?
– I don’t want my hair to be soiled with old man hands, oap germs, dirt, booze, penis – and whatever else he’d been fondling.
He apologised and I just glared in my state of horror & confusion.
So he got up & got off the bus, as he did – starting to talk to another lady about her hair.
So I think that was my very first encounter with a hair fetishist – That’s not something I knew existed before, or would have imagined would be a ‘thing’ – but I guess whatever tickles your pickle.
I was left pondering why these things always happen to me, do I have all the ‘luck’? Am I just a giant magnet for all the cray-crays?
– Or do similar occurrences happen to anyone else? Feel free to comment & tell me if old men randomly try to grope your hair.