I had a date with a really cute guy once. I was fixed up by some friends. He said he was dying to go out with me. He had a great head of hair and I commented at dinner how lucky he was to have such great hair.
We really hit it off and when he drove me home, we started to kiss in his car. It was then that he said, quite passionately:
I want to feel you run your fingers through my hair.
So I did. I reached up with both hands and started my fingers through his temples and up towards the top and back when I felt it. It was not actually his hair. He was wearing an almost full-head toupee and I nearly pulled it off.
Things got awkward very quickly. I said goodnight and got out of the car.
Needless to say, he never called me again.