Story Sent in by Tony:
Donna was very talkative and engaging online, but in person, she was the opposite. At dinner, on our first date, she was nearly silent. I asked her a couple of times if she was okay, and she nodded yes each time. I guessed she was nervous, although online, nervous was one thing she never seemed to be.
After dinner I was ready to throw in the towel, thinking that she simply lost interest, or else was too shy to make conversation. Once we were outside, I suggested that we part ways, no hard feelings.
She replied, "Do you think I could have some of your hair?"
This wasn't a response I had expected. I asked, "Why?"
She said, "Why do you need to know?"
"Because it's an unusual, out of the blue request. Isn't it?"
"Not really," she said, and she made a grab for my head, as if to tear a clump of hair from it.
I leapt away, said, "Good night," and sped away from her. I thought that that would be the end of it, but she followed me.
"Please," she said, "Just a little. You can give it to me, yourself."
"Nothing doing," I said, "Get away from me."
She stopped and I continued on until I returned home. To this day, I have no idea why she wanted my hair, although I'd welcome any theories.