You Want a Piece of Me?

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.


  1. There's really only two explanations. Creepy memento of the guy that brought her out on a date, or an ingredient in some sort of love potion.

  2. Holy crap. Someone actually said, "no thanks, that's weird, get away from me" and left. Who woulda thunk it.

  3. She's trying to make a merkin.

  4. Polyjuice Potion!

  5. Should've offered her your pubes "What? It's hair, you never specified. God I can't believe you're being so obtuse about this. Take the pubes or nothing doing".

  6. She wants to kill someone and sprinkle your hair over the crime scene so you're implicated?

  7. ^ Pretty dumb idea on her part since it's extremely difficult to get DNA off of hair (one of the worst sources of DNA). What's more, it would be impossible with snipped hair since it lacks a follicle.

  8. ^ Huh. I learned something new today.

  9. Maybe she wanted to sing you. I work in a prison where the majority of the population (sadly) is indigenous. Usually when they grab a strand of your hair, it's to "sing" you: a way of remotely cursing someone with ghost sickness and eventual death.

    I'm not dead yet, and I don't have ghost sickness, so I'm not sure how well it actually works.

  10. Hmmmm.... Probably one of those dumb cunts who claim to be "WITCHES", or if they are trying to be a little more subtle "wiccan". Ignore with extreme prejudice and they go away.


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