A Hairy Ordeal
I am one of those unfortunate souls who do to some genetic quirk in life was born with hair in all the wrong places. Whenever I feel down about it I thank my lucky stars I am not a woman. The reasons for that gratefulness will become abundantly clear as you work your way through this missive. For some reason the legacy of my maternal grandfather decided that I should have little hair on my head and all of it on my body. Like a puzzle from the past our genetic code decides our fate like the emperor of Rome presiding over gladiatorial combat. It can bring disease and it can provide long life. It dictates the color of our eyes and if our appearance we will be beautiful or simply like that of a toad. In Asia people are largely hairless and my abundance of it becomes a rather quaint oddity. I am not quite sure how they view me. Half simian perhaps? I like to think they find it uniquely sexy. At any rate women touch it as if it is a delicate foreign object of great curiosity.