Mr Hairdyer was a nice man. He was intelligent and funny. He worked in the gov’t.

We go roller bladding and have a great time. We head back to my house and faster than you can say “OMG im sweaty, smelly man”.. he suggests he takes a shower.

Finished the shower he walks out – pants on.. shirt off… and is a hairy mess. He requests my hair dryer.. which i get for him… He then proceeds to start blow drying his chest hair.

He didnt appreciate my laughing.

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