In love with long hair

With a kind of sad look on her face. I told her again that I thought she was very pretty and nice to be with but she kept prodding for another reason. All the while she and I were sliding around the bench towards the middle of the table. I looked into her eyes and said “well, there is something about you I just find absolutely incredible.” “What?” was her reply and I moved my hand to the back of her head and gave her bun a little squeeze. “My hair??? You actually like all this mess of hair?” “Yes, Carole, since I first saw you fall at the company picnic and I caught a glimpse of it all falling out everywhere. I was instantly taken by you right then and there.” A smile grew on her face and she said “you want to really touch it, don’t you?” What I did not know was that her hand had moved under the table and was resting on my lap. I actually did not even feel it there as she then said “why don’t you really touch it, all you want. Just don’t take it down here as I can’t get it back up when we leave”.