In love with long hair

So a little disappointed I left for my hour break. When I returned I had actually forgotten about the cubicle next to me and did not even look into it as I sat down to begin going over my work again. As I began to get lost into what I was doing a voice said “Hi, you must be Ken. I guess I should introduce myself since we will be working together. I’m Carole”. I looked up and sitting across from me looking straight at me was the woman from the sack race! I just about died right then and cracked out a pretty sorry “hi”. I felt like freshman in high school being asked for a pencil from the prom queen! I finally managed a smile and rolled across the floor extending my hand to shake hers. She was actually a lot prettier closer up but her taste in clothing was just as plain and conservative as at the picnic. But there was potential there. More them most women could ever hope for.

I decided to play it very cool and keep the tone on a very pleasant basis. As I rolled my chair back to my space I watched her turn back around to her computer with put her back to be and as she turned I just about had a heart attack. The bun was larger then any I had ever seen in my life anywhere. It was a bigger then a softball by almost double. It was an incredible deep brown and not a hair was out of place. The bun was perfect for lack of a better word and not a pin could be seen holding it up which made me even wonder if it was real except that I did see it all come down only a few days before. Well, needless to say I was not going to be getting much work done today as I just could not pry my eyes from that bun the rest of the day.