It was the hair that everyone talked about.
Lisa had the most beautiful, luxurious, shiny, thick brown hair that most of the college had ever seen. She wore it just past her shoulders, occasionally pulled back with a silver clasp, but always looking great. Her hair was so thick and so full that it made her face look a little small and her green eyes even larger.
She was a nursing student who was at the top of her nursing class. She was always in the library or in the lab, working hard, a white lab coat around her shoulders. Lab coat or no, it was the hair that you noticed but then you took in the rest of the body. She had a great chest – I would guess 36D – that it was hard not to stare at once you got over the beauty of the hair.
We had English together during my freshman year while I was still dating Marcy but we chatted. She was nice enough but always turned down offers for coffee or anything outside of class. I saw her now and then walking to or from the library. When we were playing football out front of the library I saw here go by and give us a glance.
About two weeks into my semester, just as I was getting used to my sophomore life, my seminar professor got pissed and assigned us a bitch of a research paper. I spent too much time in the library, had to give up football and sleep for a few days, and worked my ass off. The last night as I sat upstairs in a stuffy room typing the paper on my laptop, I tossed my favorite Grand Teton sweatshirt behind my chair and then forgot it. I completely forgot about it until I woke up late the next evening after turning the paper in, smoking some killer weed and falling asleep after a quickie with Janice over at her dorm.
Janice was gone, and I grabbed my clothes and was walking back across campus to my dorm when I remembered the sweatshirt. Maybe that Hurricane Ivan wind and rain had something to do with it but I was freezing. I turned and headed up the library steps then jogged up to the 4th floor to the study room.
I looked in the window and saw her hair, as beautiful as ever, shining on the shoulders of her lab coat. I paused, taking in the picture as she turned the pages of the book in front of her. She shifted in her chair and I realized that the book she was looking through was not a nursing book but a book of great photographs of the Grand Teton Mountains. “Strange,” I thought, “ironic.”
I knocked and opened the door. She turned and started giggling, then laughing our loud as she picked my sweatshirt up off the chair next to her and held it out. I started laughing as well, and had to close the door quickly, slumped up against it. We couldn’t look at each other, laughing out loud, and I finally asked her, “What are you doing with this?”
