Hair growing out of my shoulder
After taking a shower, I always rub myself down with a towel - vigorously - to remove any trace of water before I throw on my clothes. I find it hard to leave the warm and toasty bathroom while damp; I shiver and get chills.
When the towel drops to my waist, I normally check my arms, chest, stomach, etc. for any marks. Every once in a while, I look at my shoulders to see if there is anything there. Normally, there’s nothing. Sometimes, there’s something.
This something is a hair. A long, superfine hair.
Since I am fortunate not to have any back hair (*knocks wood*), I find it hard to believe how such a long hair can grow out of my shoulder. And, what’s really strange is the hair isn’t dark like the rest of my hair, but blonde. So blonde it’s almost white.
Hardly anyone gets to see my shoulders; if they do, I make sure the lighting is dim (or hope they’re dim – whatever is easier).
Before anything else happens, I grab it with two fingers, pull it up as high it can go, and mentally measure it. Fuck, it’s long. I let the hair go and find the tweezers. Hopefully, when I yank it, two won’t grow in its place.
When the towel drops to my waist, I normally check my arms, chest, stomach, etc. for any marks. Every once in a while, I look at my shoulders to see if there is anything there. Normally, there’s nothing. Sometimes, there’s something.
This something is a hair. A long, superfine hair.
Since I am fortunate not to have any back hair (*knocks wood*), I find it hard to believe how such a long hair can grow out of my shoulder. And, what’s really strange is the hair isn’t dark like the rest of my hair, but blonde. So blonde it’s almost white.
Hardly anyone gets to see my shoulders; if they do, I make sure the lighting is dim (or hope they’re dim – whatever is easier).
Before anything else happens, I grab it with two fingers, pull it up as high it can go, and mentally measure it. Fuck, it’s long. I let the hair go and find the tweezers. Hopefully, when I yank it, two won’t grow in its place.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
10 Comments:
It'll probably grow back. Mine do and I have more hair on my back than yours but certainly not a lot. My hair is fine as is everyone's hair on my mother's side of the family (i.e. cousins). - Volker
ROFL!
I get exactly the same thing Steven, I wonder if it is some kind of trade mark! *pokes tongue*
I'd like to say it is a signature of the sexy beasts in gayland!
But for the sake of being shot down I will recoil!
I dont pull mine, I gently stroke it! The hair that is!
Too funny!
You are getting older each day.Hairs will start popping up in places you never thought they could.
Start saving them and after awhile you can knit a sweater from them.
oh, there will be more....trust me. many more, in various and sundry places.
Grrrr....I am not even of Southern European ethnicity (I just assume Southern Europeans are all hairy) and I have in places I would rather not. It is highly annoying...and the older I get, the more it seems to spread.
Now, that you are totally revolted by me, I say leave it. See how long it can get.
That is too funny. Lewis is correct, as you get older, it will start sprouting out of many other places. lol
i get phantom hairs all the time. and they...like yours...are usually insanely long and not of my usual hair color. they must be sprouting up and out over night.
crazy.
Nothing quite as derailing as finding a long hair growing in your shoulder.
I always assumed mine was a head hair which had fallen and taken root. Fortunately, of the four I found two years ago, there are only ever four and they haven't multiplied... yet.
-d-
I've had a long blonde hair growing out of my forehead before. I plucked it, but I also kinda liked it, because I've always wondered what it's like to be blonde.
I really don't want to grow hair on my shoulder or my back. I hope that It doesn't start to grown when I reach my 30 or 40 years old.
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