Hairy anecdotes

While i was looking for the odd something-or-other on my desk, i came across a note i got once in high school.
Hold it, not a note. *The* note i got in high school.
You see, other guys would constantly pass each other notes in class. They would constantly get things saying "X likes you" or "wanna go out tonight?" or whatever. And girls would pass their own notes around, and giggle. Or recieve notes from boys, pass them around to the other girls, and giggle.
During my whole five years in high shool, i only got a note from a classmate once.
What that note said, after extended discussions and pointing in my direction on behalf of the entire female classroom population, was simply this:

"Staresti bene con i capelli a spazzoletta"

Now. i've been living in italy for over 20 years now, but i still haven't the foggiest idea what capelli a spazzoletta are. (Actually, from the handwriting it looked more like "spazzollta", but i digress) To this day, i still wonder what that meant. Of course i went to the girls afterwards and asked, but they were incapable of defining what this expression meant. They did insist i would look good in it, though, which was probably the closest they ever managed to get to giving me a compliment (or estabilishing eye contact in the first place, come to think of it).

So i still wonder why they wrote that note, and what it means. But more importantly, i wonder why i kept that while moving out of the old house, but so many notes from uni courses i didn't.

(...) -large portion of post removed for reasons bordering between quality control and self-censorship, but mainly because i still can't believe i could have written something so damn stupid.

Nowadays, i pay no attention whatsoever to all this hair stuff, and the answer to the question of whether i will ever cut them again lies somewhere between the realms of Notmyproblem and Mindyourownbusiness.