a lot of famous people come to this place that i used to go to before AGG stepped in to revolutionize my hair. so it felt pretty normal that day to get my hair cut sitting between john (to my right) and bipasha (to my left)...until my stylist asked me to look down so she could put in the finishing touches on my new bob-mullet.
i was almost blinded by john’s glowing knees the instant i did. the glaring contrast they presented next to mine made me flinch so hard that i almost lost my mullet.
sit still! john ko pehle kabhi dekha nahin kya!? – my stylist snapped while snipping away at the damage.
at which pint, the corner of my right eye caught the corner of john’s left eye...and he smiled knowingly, almost blinding me with his dimples.
so i went right back to morbidly scrutinizing my own knees instead.
within seconds i had discovered that my knees were a gazillion times grubbier and covered in an apparent forest of stubble. also, that my shorts would not come more than half way down my thighs in the sitting position and couldn’t possibly be pulled all the way down to cover me up to my shin.
at the risk of getting my ears clipped off, i squirmed around in my chair until i faced more towards bipasha instead.
bingo! her knees were fuzzy too! (though unlike mine, they were bleached blonde)
between the three of us, john was clearly the only one who moisturized daily with anne french.
peter, what’s the deal with blokes getting themselves such glossy legs these days? is it that heady feeling of the fresh breeze against your bare skin? is it that you’d like your jeans to slide on and off quicker? is it because you’d like to wear your hot pants to the disco in the evenings? is it so you look slick hanging with the boys at the gym? is it kareena who put you up to it when she said skin is in...!?!