I was the hair apparent.
I've been a married man for long enough now that I can't really remember 'dating'. But whilst I cast my mind back there are a few I can vaguely drag out of the memory banks.

I was at uni and had decided that a young lass named Christine was worthy of my attentions. One thing I had noticed and commented to her was that she always wore headgear (be it a hat, beany or hood) and aside from the wisps of hair coming out of them I'd never seen (what I assumed) her lovely flowing blonde locks blowing in the breeze. I also knew she had another suitor and he knew about me.

My attitude at the time was "All's fair in Love & War". We met for coffee after most lectures that we didn't share. Many an arvo was spent getting stoned on the main lawn area and heading down the tavern for libations, pool playing and some canoodiling in the booths at the back of the tavern.

So apart from our regular "interactions" I decide to ask Chris out on a "date".
We headed off to an Italian restaurant in the city where her sister worked.
The lights were bright, the wine flowed and the food was delicious.
I asked Chris if she wanted to remove her hat. She then told me she'd been trying to hide something from me. She told me she had alopecia. It was supposedly related to a nervous affliction she had where her hair fell out due to her being stressed.

Me, being full of cheap wine and moderately good food decided to go full retard on the 'hair' jokes. Thinking of course that it was just some light ribbing and not realising; just how much having so much stress in your life can actually make your hair fall out!
I started with "Allo, Pecia." and swiftly moved onto telling her that there was no need for her to pull her hair out over it.

Due to the fact that I had imbibed some quantity of inexpensive wine and eaten my share of a well prepared & tasty meal - my inhibitions were somewhat lessened. Because of that I quite wrongly felt that it would be ok to make inappropriate jokes about my date's hair (or lack thereof). Having an inordinately large amount of stress in your life can indeed cause your hair to fall out. Not least from suffering bad jokes about it from potential paramours!

The death knell?
I think it may have been putting "The Age of Aquarius" on the jukebox once we got to the pub later.
EDITED because it seems both Drimble and Enzyme are thick cunts.
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 9:55, 2 replies)

Bagsy first reply.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 11:21, closed)

Also, I can't understand paragraph 5, soz.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 11:23, closed)

I'd guess it says 'I've always been a charmless autistic loser' like all his other paragraphs.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 12:16, closed)

Says the man whose
only input to this site is to constantly make nasty, snide, derogatory comments attempting to put down the posters of stories and tales.
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Tue 22 Oct 2013, 12:38, closed)

Age of Aquarius
is a song from the 1967 musical, "Hair."
(spazdor, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 0:52, closed)

Learned to count with our fingers, did we?

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 9:14, closed)

All the way to 11.

( Muns, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 9:56, closed)

I like the way you've corrected the paragraph that Drimble didn't understand
and it still makes no sense.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 12:56, closed)

From what I can gather
he appears to list traits that are normally associated with crippling autism.
( Muns, Wed 23 Oct 2013, 13:23, closed)