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

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‘HE ATE MY HAIR’ I sent the group.

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.

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.

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.

But as I put down my pint glass and looked over at him again, he smiled and winked at me.

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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’.

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