Cut 'n Run

Story Sent in by Leigh:

My hair was around the longest it had ever been back when I went on my one and only date with Brett. From some of his very first emails, he seemed really into it, telling me how much he liked long blonde hair. In person, he was complimentary and charming. I felt good with him. At first.

After we had enjoyed a couple of drinks, we took a stroll and he asked me if he could touch my hair. I let him.

"Your hair is beautiful," he said, "Do you mind if I braid it?"

I normally wouldn't let someone become so familiar on a first date, but we were both tipsy and I liked having my hair touched, so I turned around and let him do his thing.

He lightly pulled at it and apparently worked at braiding it for a little bit when I felt a weird sort of pull and heard an unmistakable sound.

I whipped around and caught him about to cut a huge swath away from my hair, with a pair of scissors.

At once I pulled myself away and shoved at him. "What the hell are you doing!?" I screamed.

He looked at me like I had wounded his pride, then held up the scissors and said, "Time for snip snip."

I hurried away from him, glancing behind me at almost every step. He walked after me, never speeding up, but creepily enough for me to not stop until I could drive home and lock the door behind me.