Once in high school I went on this date with a boy who had really bad nose hair. I know, what was I thinking? He just had bunches of it sticking out his nose like little bushes. Pretty sick stuff. But I only went on one date with him. (And for those of you who knew me back then, none of the stories you heard about that date – from him – were ever remotely true. I mean, come on. His nose hair!)
Last night I was at the Red’s game with my boyfriend who is very much in control of his nose hair. To our right was a couple on a date. The woman was attractive in a trashy sort of way and the guy was attractive in a way where you know if you were drunk (and she was) that you would think he was hot.
But then I saw it. The nose hair. This was not your average nose hair. It curled! I swear to go it probably curled up and straightened out as he breathed. It has to tickle his face. And worse, it had to tickle hers when they made out. And almost most disturbing, this trashily attractive woman seemed to really dig this guy and based on their behavior last night, I guarantee you he got some last night. And with that nose hair! So wrong.
Tone Loc
Good to know I’ll need to trim before our next encounter. That nose hair thing is funny- it just kinda creeps up on you and all of the sudden- BLAMMO! Ya got these little tentacles hangin’ out all over the place- trickin’ you into thinkin’ ya have a boog or something. And then, worst of all, some hottie smiles at you, leans in, and THWACK! Yer nose hair grabs her by the neck and starts choking her. Needless to say- no second date. Damn.