HAIRY
So Hairy was the first guy I met off of a newer dating site for 'more serious' daters. After the usual first few messages we moved onto msn and phone and then onto the first meet up. Since he was an outdoorsy guy he suggested a walk in the park. (I had a friend comment why I was so risky with the first meet up....it was a public park in the daylight people! C'mon :p) Since it was sunny out we were both covered by our sunglasses and hats (my hangover hat of course) so neither of us could really get a good look at the other. However he seemed very nice and we had good conversation. We both love Radiohead so there was a lot of talk about them. He is also a huge concert goer and told me many stories of the concerts he had gone to. At the end of our meet up we parted ways with a 'nice to meet you' and I was very unsure of where it was going to go. He did end up calling and asking me out for drinks a few days later. Since it was in the evening we were both able to get a good look at each others faces this time and he wore the tell all expression of being high. Now I know that nerves can be a bitch sometimes but come on, smoking pot before a date?? Halfway through the evening he lifted his hat to push back his hair and I noticed that it was receding. A lot. What got me was that he grew the rest of it out to his above his shoulders. I instantly got the ping of a dealbreaker. I mean, I know that we are all getting older and that men lose their hair but you can groom accordingly. The conversation was still really good between us though and when we went to leave he waved off my attempt to contribute to the bill. Hairy also left an extremely large tip which I'm not sure was to impress me or because he was too lazy/impatient to get any change from the waitress. Like our first meet up there was no physical contact at the end and he just walked me to my car, said goodnight and kept walking.
So since the end of the date was void of any physical contact I figured that was the end of it.
A week and a half later he messaged me up and apologized for not contacting me for a while as he just started on a new job contract ( He is a heavy machine operator)and asked if I wanted to meet up that week. With the bad hair grooming fresh in my mind I mulled it over and decided that I needed to keep an open mind and that it was just hair. Nothing a well placed, subtle comment couldn't get rid of in the future if need be. So I agreed to meet up a few nights later. When I showed up at his place that night I was happily surprised that he had shaved his head! (In which I complemented of course as it was a much better look) We took a drive out to Blackcomb and Cypress (he wanted to see if there was still snow to get in one more ski weekend) and listened to a bunch of B sides from Radiohead that he had found. I could totally smell the weed in his truck but I kept my mouth shut and thought I would wait to see when he would tell me. After the drive we went for dinner and back to his place where my car was. When we said goodbye we shared a hug and I told him to give me a call. This time when I went to turn to my car he reached out, grabbed me, turned me around and planted a wet one on me. It was kinda hot. What am I saying, it was definitely hot...something about that tiny bit of force and taking control of the situation. Wanting a kiss and just making it happen, it almost seemed that he grew a pair when he cut off his hair or something (if you know what I mean). We made tentative plans to get together on the weekend.
When Saturday rolled around he messaged me in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to get together and go on a hike and have dinner at his place after as he had just marinated some steaks. Cook me dinner? I was in. Not wanting to go over empty handed I supplied the drinks for the evening ( Strawberry infused vodka mixed with fresh strawberries and lemon mojito style. Figured I'd try to impress him with my mixology stylings lol) After dinner and a few cocktails we sat and listened to one of his favorite bands the Black Keys in which I had never heard their earlier stuff before. And yes, we made out a bit. This was about the time that I got the inclination that there was a little more going on on his back than on the top of his head. I really can't say for sure how bad it was but there was definitely a friction of back hair between him and his shirt. More than a light dusting anyways. Once again the red flag in the back of my head popped up. Actually it was more like a very excited person holding a red flag jumping up and down uncontrollably to get noticed. When he said that it was time for him to go to bed I decided it was time for me to go home. I should also mention that he finally admitted that he liked to partake in a little weed from time to time that night.
This was the point in time where I really had to make a decision. Is back hair really a deal breaker? Would it be something I couldn't get past? Would it be something I could subtlety suggest he get rid of without hurting his feelings if we did decide to see each other long term? Was it really something important in the long run when everything else was good? So I did the most logical thing there is to do nowadays and asked my friends on Facebook. I believe it was What are your thoughts on back hair? Is it a dealbreaker? How much is too much? (I wish I had saved all the comments to put in here because I really do have a bunch of hilarious friends) Of course the response was varying and I knew that I would be the one to decide for myself since really I would be the one to have to live with it.
Fortunately or unfortunately I didn't have to make that choice. As it turned out I got extremely sick for 2 weeks. I had invited him to a friends party the one weekend and he had messaged me to let me know he wouldn't be able to make it.
I do have a couple theories on why he may not have called. One in particular that I will be posting soon.
As for my decision on back hair.....I guess you'll just have to wait and see until I meet the next sasquatch ;)
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