When I was in high school there was an Indian or Pakistani (not sure) girl with tail-bone length hair. Beautiful thick, black wavy hair. I remember her name was Ameena.

She often sat next to me on the school bus, and in the summer when I wore short sleeves I could feel her hair tickle my arm. I would sometimes open the window before she got on, so it would blow her hair across my arm more.

Since she often sat by me, perhaps she liked me. But I was far too shy to do anything about it