I had no intention of talking to him or anyone in the library My goal was to walk into my two-hour reserved library room which would be used to write and to make telephone calls.
As I opened the door to my room, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was standing in front of a bookshelf reading a book, totally, oblivious of me staring at him admiring his beautiful long thick brown hair that flowed all the way down to the middle of his back.
My intuition told me to walk to the bookshelf and talk with him. Not feeling any resistance, I did so. “You have great hair “told him. He looked up from the book, with a sparkle in his eyes, and thanked me for the compliment.
He continued talking. “Yesterday, I was thinking about cutting it.” I heard his words and asked him if he was a musician. “Yes” he said. “You play guitar?” It was more of a statement than a question. Again, he said “Yes.”
We talked about music and playing in bands. We concluded our short conversation with a hug. He told me “Maybe I won’t cut my hair!
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