I just spent two weeks on the University of Florida campus where I am working on a Phd. I was sitting in the library at a computer one morning, and a woman whom I do not know came up to me and said: you have beautiful hair. To which, I offered: thank you. And then she said: and it's a great color, too! To which I said: well, it's the color that I grow.
I smiled throughout. It was an unexpected, charming event in the library. I am 44 and have been told that I don't look it, in part I suspect to my hair. I have no gray yet, and my hair is blond-brown and mid back length. I do have a little recession at the temples, but I don't think it is significantly distracting from my hair.
So, she departs, and about 10 yards away, now almost shouting (in the library) she says: And keep growing it as long as you can!
I waved. I did wonder if she was referring to the recession at the temples, or to the likelihood that a man would not be allowed to work anywhere with hair my length, or . . . who knows.
I finally just decided it was a delightful experience. Period. And, I noticed quite a few men, from young to my age and older with quite long hair. It was great.
Robert