In my more slender and pre-beard youth I had quite long hair, I was a bit of a metalhead at the time and covered in piercings and the like to go with the look. One day I'm walking home from work when from behind I hear a loud wolf-whistle followed up with an invitation to strip down and have some fun. Of course when I turn around there's only myself and one other person in sight, a tracksuit clad chav who's face slowly shifted from a moronic grin to one of absolute horror.
Upon realising that the long haired paramour of his dreams (aka me) was actually a bloke, the now pale faced gentleman spun on his heel without another word and quite literally sprinted away.
I sincerely hope that more than a decade later he still lies awake at night cringing over it.
Upon realising that the long haired paramour of his dreams (aka me) was actually a bloke, the now pale faced gentleman spun on his heel without another word and quite literally sprinted away.
I sincerely hope that more than a decade later he still lies awake at night cringing over it.
