I wear my hair long.   I’ve done this since I was a teenager.   I like the look of it on me, and I have a thing for longhaired males. Admittedly it’s high maintenance compared to wearing it short, but it’s worth it to me.   So much so in fact, that I’ve declined jobs rather than accede to an employer’s demand that I cut it.   Of course, a lot of those were probably more about a suspicion of homosexuality than the length of my hair.   Saying I was being fired for a dress code offense after I’d already been employed with long locks suggested there was something else going on.

As I said, I have a thing for longhaired males.   And back in my twenties I was delighted to find that even as the clone look was becoming fashionable among gay guys, lots of gay guys still liked the look of a guy with long hair.   One day, one of these pinged me on a gay BBS I did volunteer work for, and asked me into one of the private online chat rooms.

He said he’d seen my profile (the sysop had created a message board just for the posting of profiles).   This was back in a time when everything you did online you did in a text only terminal.   I think the sysop still hadn’t decided what to do about attaching photos to the profiles. Storage space was pretty expensive back then, and download times on a dial-up modem connection were not wonderful. So the profiles had no photos.   Mine was correct as far as the specs went…my age, my height and weight…I’ve never seen the point of lying about any of that.   But all he knew about me was that, and that I wore my hair long.   And right away as I enter private chat mode, he’s telling me how hot he got reading my profile.

I’ve never thought of myself as ugly, but I’ve been called that more than a few times (“people who look like that, want people who look like that…”).   But I’ve also had complements too, and when I look in the mirror, I generally like what I see.   Yes…I would hit that.   But by my mid thirties, still hopelessly single, I pretty much knew my face and my skinny as a rail body were not supermodel material.   Okay…fine.   I don’t need the world to think I’m good looking…just one special someone if I can just find them.

So I start telling this guy to calm down a bit, because he hasn’t actually seen me.   It was really like that because everything he was typing at me in private chat mode is about how hot it is making him just talking there online to a longhaired gay guy.   Take a chill pill man…I might be your type or I might not be.   The sysop was throwing a BBS party the following week, how about we meet then?

And I figure he just about has an orgasm then….YES!   YES!   YES!   WE HAVE TO GET TOGETHER THEN!!!!   And before he signs off he’s bubbling over about how hot long haired gay guys are.

So (you can see this coming…right?) I go to the party, chat with everyone there that I already know, and this guy whoever he was does not come up to greet me.   Later I learn that he was there, took one look, and kept his distance.   Hahahahahaha…

Later that summer, the sysop organized a picnic for all of us at a nice city park and I was introduced to Mr. Longhairs Are So Fucking Hot.   I’d hitched a ride with one of the other users, who asked me ahead of time if I could find a ride home since he had to go to work right after the picnic.   I figured I could and wouldn’t you know, Mr. Longhairs Are So Fucking Hot offered me one. Several other users offered me rides after that and I declined saying Mr. Longhairs Are So Fucking Hot was taking me home.   As the picnic wound down and my other offers were already gone, Mr. Longhairs Are So Fucking Hot comes back and says he has a date for that night, could I get a ride from someone else.   I think I eventually walked to the closest Metro station, which was a couple miles away.