When I was a youngster in school, my teacher wore her hair in a bun every day, and I remember being enamored with it. I even asked my mother (who had fairly short hair) if she could wear hers in a bun.

As a teen, I found a display of chignons and clip on ponytails at a local department store. I figured out a way to steal them one or two at a time. I never was caught, and I don't think the store ever figured out who was doing it. I kept them in a box under my bed, and would play with them late at night. That is, until my dad found them and threw them out. Grrrr.

I'm still a teen. My neighbor had this beautiful, long, thick hair piece she would wear once in a while. When her family went on vacation, they gave me a key to their house, so I could water plants, collect mail, etc. You can bet the first thing I did was rummage through her bedroom until I found it, and then masturbate on her bed. I stole it before they returned.

I married a lady with wonderful, thick, long hair. About two years later, she announced "I'm not a teenager any more," and cut it short. When I complained, she asked me if I married her for her hair. I was hurt and disappointed. Not sure I ever forgave her for that. The marriage didn't last.

I had brief encounters with long haired women, but nothing ever lasted.

Then I discovered eBay and their online wig retailers. Wigs, and lots of them. In 2008, I started buying wigs and assorted accessories, and my wildest hair-dreams came true. I am in hair-love heaven.

Then I discovered Chinese ponytails. For the longest time, I had a source for excellent, long ponytails. Sadly, he is gone.