Where do I begin? So much to say, so little time… Alright, so last night I was over at my friend Simona’s house. She’d invited me to go over for some girl talk, dinner and of course, wine. Duh! Vino is always invited! There we were, Simona, her roommate Francine, and me. Dinner was delish! So while chit-chatting about our week, and reveling in the fact that it was the beginning of the weekend, we started discussing, what else? Men. Simona gleefully shared with us that she had a date tomorrow night with a guy she met at Chic Fil A. Chic-Fil-freakin A!!! How does that even happen??? Anyway, Francine goes on to tell us how it went down and that she’s already had lunch with him and tomorrow will be their first official date. The story goes like this, she was eating, he spotted her but was on his way out. Actually got in his car and left, only to return minutes later, with the hope she was still there so he could muster up the courage to talk to her. Which she was, and he did, and the rest as they say, is history. Cute story huh? Well, it was, until Simona decided to divulge a little sumptin sumptin that Francine had conveniently forgotten to share with me.
“He wants to come over and wash her hair.” Simona spilled.
“Whaaat?” I replied laughing.
“Yeah, he told her he wanted to come over and wash her hair.”
I looked at Francine and she was taking a sip of her wine and avoiding eye contact with me. But she had a big silly grin on her face.
“Y’all are bullshitting with me right?”
“No it’s true. He wants to come run his hands through my hair and shampoo and condition it.”
At this point we were all dying with laughter. The kind of laughter that hurts our stomachs but feels too good to stop.
“Let me get this straight, some guy you just met, have been talking to for what? A week? Just says he wants to come shampoo your hair?”
Francine, who is African-American, replied, “Yes. It’s a very sensual and intimate gesture. And common in our culture.” She sounded so proud too.
I don't know if it's a culture thing or not. I just know that it's weird. To me. Now, I’ve had men want to do things for me, things like buy me a car, a house, take me on trips, you know, stuff like that. Never. Ever. Have I had any man ever offer me to wash my hair!
“Um, yeah I guess, but personally, it would freak me the hell out!” I replied.
But then, because that wasn’t funny enough, Simona blurts out, “Wait, here’s the best part…”
Opening a new bottle of wine, I look at her, waiting for the closer.
She leans in over the table, and almost in a whisper says, “He is a hair products salesman!”
I swear you could hear the laughter erupting in the house from miles away. We laughed for a long, long, time.
There was nothing left to do after that lovely story, but to toast to it! Cheers!