Thank you, India

This morning, my str8 Roommate was shaving in the sink while I was showering in the tub, "I think i'm gonna fro it up, man." he joked through the shower curtain. He usually puts stuff in his shiny ethnic hair to straighten it out, but today, standing in his boxers in front of the mirror, he decided to forgo product and sport a Paul Michael Glaser “Starsky” Fro instead. We've known each other for 5+ years, and I have never seen this side of him. But, given my interest in people with impressive hair, and my penchant for small, dark Middle Eastern/South Asian men, especially those as buffed as he, I was piqued.

It wasn't until much later in the day when I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, that he came home from work. It completely clobbered me once I saw how his hair had turned out. I wasn't prepared for such a large amount of curly blue-black hair, thicker than one can imagine, waving up all over the place, tempest-tossed. He could have mopped me up with that thing.

It framed his eyes so nicely, and it was begging for someone to grab handfulls and pull, continuing downward to the blue black chest hair, and then against his hairy forarms where I would next put my hand into his hand and hold it firmly while we locked eyes. But, I didn't do anything, I just froze up and went back to chopping onions in the kitchen. I don't ever want him to do that to his hair again.