Back when my hair was much longer, I had people constantly reaching out to touch it, even as far back as HS. I developed a reaction that put people off of doing that: Touch me when I'm not expecting it, get kicked. Seriously. If you touched any part of me when unexpectedly from behind, I reflexively dropped into a back donkey kick. I've gotten a lot better about that. Now I just whirl around and "Excuse me?! That's part of me, not you. It may be pretty, but you have no right to touch it. Get bent."