Back in my college days I had a pseudo-relationship with a pretty 5'9" blonde. When I met her, she had hair to her waist; by the time we started hanging out she had cut it to her breasts (about 20" total length). We're talking fantastic silky golden hair of medium texture that made a thick ponytail. She didn't even take good care of it--washed it almost daily and brushed it out wet--but her hair was so good that there was no damage. The only flaw IMO was that she had bangs. Otherwise, it was absolutely my fantasy hair.

We never had sex or even completely undressed, but we did fool around a bit and she let me fawn over her hair a great deal. Brushing, braiding, and just plain playing. She knew I was enthralled with her hair, but probably not how much. She periodically talked about cutting it short, but I managed to talk her out of it and she mostly kept it growing. (As a kid she had a pixie for a while, and as a college freshman she had cut it between her shoulders and chin.) At the peak of our "relationship" she let me go to the salon with her when she had about 4 inches cut--that was amazing, though I had to make a bargain with her to keep her from cutting 10”. The longest it ever got was to her hips (about 32" total length). One weekend she got 6" cut, bringing it just above her waist, and I was the only one who noticed she had cut her hair.

I kind of knew from the beginning that she wasn't long-term-relationship material for me, and our time together ended once she met a guy she actually wanted to date. (I was always "just friends." ) At that point, the thing I was most upset about was that I knew this was the last time I'd get to enjoy hair like that. (6 years later I'm married to a wonderful girl, but my wife's not really suited for very-long hair.)

We've drifted out of touch for the most part. She's now cut her hair to her shoulders, but at 29 years old, that's not surprising. She always said her hair would look great and thick in a blunt shoulder-length cut, and it does. But it’s not the same.

Some of the best memories of this blonde girl: The very first day I saw her; her hair was in a bun and I wondered how long it was—after waiting a few minutes I was rewarded with the incredible sight of it tumbling down and her re-doing it. The scent of her shampoo and hair as it dried—she would come to school/work with her hair wet and down, and the scent carried across rooms and hallways because she had so much hair. Watching her brush it and run her fingers through it. Watching her work with it in general—she often wore it down and always carried her brush and a ponytail holder. Watching it tumble down from a bun or French twist. Letting it out of a French twist and tumble down into my hands. Watching her expertly corralling her hair into the single braid she wore at night. Standing behind her desk chair and playing with her hair. Gently brushing her hair starting at the ends. Watching movies sitting on the couch with her sitting on the floor and me playing with her hair in my lap. Her bouncy, thick, high ponytail. A nighttime car ride where I sat behind her and she tossed her hair into my lap and let me play with it for a few hours. The wind catching her hair. Tickling each other with her hair. The crispness of her ends after haircuts. Watching her hair grow from breast-length to hip length. When her hair got long enough that it lay in her lap when she sat.

I’ve got a lot of pictures of her and her hair, and maybe in ten years or so when I’m less concerned about getting caught, I’ll post them. But for now, here’s one that at least shows her hair.