In love with long hair

Well, as most early experiences in life, the love of long hair stuck with me. As I grew older and more aware of the fairer sex the first thing I would judge a woman by was how long and pretty her hair was. And if the hair was exceptional, other physical aspects were overlooked. As I saw it, she may not be all that pretty but her hair would make up for it in spades. And this usually ended up being a bonus for me as they were just happy that a nice looking guy was actually showing genuine attraction to them as my passion was not just a way to get into her pants (or in my case, my fingers and whatever else they would allow into their hair).

Most of the girls and then as I became a man women I dated had hair at least to their waist. Anything less would just not do it for me and I have probably missed out on many an incredible sexual encounter with a woman with much shorter hair but still I held to my passions and I have never regretted it.
I ended up with a Masters degree in college in accounting. Unlike many of my graduating class I chose to not join a normal firm but instead I went to work for an accounting temp agency. This had a wonderful advantage for me as I was never in the same place for too long of a time which I felt would give me a chance to meet many more woman then usually possible if I had stayed in one place. And for this reason alone I picked the career road less traveled.