I woke up with my hair in my one-night stand’s mouth

Ant had my hair wrapped around him, with some of it in his mouth (Picture: Getty Images) I woke up to someone tugging my hair. It took a moment to remember a man – Ant* – was in my bed, and it wasn’t a ghost playing with my barnet. I felt it again, and turned around, conscious that maybe my long locks got trapped under Ant’s head. It had happened a fair few times in the past, so I wasn’t too surprised. But I was not prepared for what I saw. Ant had my hair wrapped around him, with some of it in his mouth. And he was looking right at me, as I came face to face with him. I think I would have preferred the ghost. At first sight, across the beer garden, he didn’t look like someone who would be eating my hair later that night, but here we were. I had spotted him while drinking in the bank holiday summer sun, as I guzzled a fruity cider and he threw back a frosty Pilsner. Deep in conversation, my friends hadn’t noticed him (Picture: Getty Images) But as I put down my pint glass and looked over at him again, he smiled and winked at me. Ask Metro Use AI to go deeper into the stories you care about – powered by Metro and trusted publications. For some reason – maybe the headiness of the sun and fruity scrumpy are to blame – but it worked on me, and I winked back. He sauntered over to my table, where my friends were in an active conversation about how to successfully propagate a plant, and said ‘hi’. Deep in conversation, my friends hadn’t noticed him, but I turned and smiled. We had a conversation – formalities mostly – when my friends noticed and turned around, suddenly becoming eerily silent. ‘Who are you?’, my least tactile friend blurted out. ‘Just a guy who likes your friend’, he replied, smiling at her. And that worked on all of them. Again, I blame the booze. He seemed ‘laddy’ which was a turn-off to me (Picture: Getty Images) The thing is, he wasn’t really my type – gangly, bald and seemed mischievous. He seemed ‘laddy’ which was a turn-off to me, since I associated it to toxic masculinity. But he was charming, and so I flirted back. He grabbed a chair and sat with us, as his friends cheered at his progress in the background. We got friendlier and he soon had his arm around me, stroking my hair, while talking to my friends. ‘You have beautiful hair’, he said at one point, ‘it smells amazing’. He took a deep sniff of my hair. I thought nothing of it – my super long hair does smell great and I spend a lot of money to make sure of that. So his feedback was greatly appreciated. ‘Have you tried Lush Super Milk’, he then asked me earnestly. Meet Sydney Summers I pulled back in astonishment. How did this man know about Lush’s Super Milk? It was one of my favourite products, but I knew about it because, as a person with hair, I used it often. How this bald man knew was beyond me. I wondered if it was a kink, or something he coveted. Maybe he used it when he had hair. Either way, I didn’t ask – I told him about the coconut smelling brand I used and he nodded in approval at it, picking up a strand and sniffing it again. Soon, I was drunk, as was the rest of London on the unusually hot bank holiday, and I was kissing him sloppily outside the pub. We went back to mine as I lived incredibly close – at no point did I wonder if he was a safe person to know my address, and it’s a shame women have to think like that. But luckily, he was simply odd and harmless. Because after what I would consider very boring sex, where he orgasmed and I was left wanting, I woke up to my hair in his mouth. I lay back down and listen to him take a deep breath and begin to fall asleep (Picture: Getty Images) I stared at him at first, unsure what to do, before instinctively moving my hair away. Maybe he had just been joking, and was waiting for me to get my mop out of his face. ‘No, leave it. I love it’, he stopped me and pulled my hair back round his face. ‘Oh, I-’, I began to say something but am utterly speechless. I laid back down and listened to him take a deep breath and begin to fall asleep. Great for him – I stayed up the entire night, utterly grossed out. As soon as he started snoring, I moved my hair away from him, scooted as far away onto the other side of the bed and waited for daylight. I instantly got up to find my phone and text my friends (Picture: Getty Images/Westend61) A few hours later, he woke up with a snort and left while I pretended to still be asleep. As soon as the front door went, I instantly got up to find my phone and text my friends. ‘HE ATE MY HAIR’ I sent the group. ‘HE ATE YOUR HAIR???’ The responses were coming in fast and thick, and thankfully validated my unsettled nerves – some even started searching for any serial killers who like hair. After an hour of rampant texting and video calls, I fell into my bed in a fit of laughter. It was hilarious luckily – nothing bad happened and I could finally see the comedy in it. I later learned about a sexual fetish with hair and wished he had told me. If he’d been open about it, maybe we could have thought of ways to satisfy his desires. But now, every time I feel a pull on my hair, I hope to turn around and see the ghost. Because the alternative is much more terrifying. *Names have been changed Deals of the Day The best Black Friday beauty deals on the Dr Barbara Sturm face cream and hyaluronic serum The best Black Friday sleep deals to upgrade your bedroom with Simba’s 33% off sale Why shoppers are rushing to snap up this 99p Audible deal before Christmas 14,500 five-star reviews later, this cult sleep spray is discounted for Black Friday Shoppers ditch expensive dental work for these £19.99 MySweetSmile whitening strips Do you have a story you’d like to share? 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