Giggidy Giggidy!

I have a couple of vulnerabilities when it comes to members of the fairer sex, and they might not be what you think they are. Actually, they aren't what you think they are (after all, I know what kind of rascals read my blog).

Squiggly Hair

This is a pet name I give to either crimped or naturally curly/wavy hair. It doesn't matter to me whether it's artificial or the real thing--me likes the squiggles either way. When I walk into a room, girls with this feature are the first to be noticed by me and are visually locked onto via a Terminator/Robo-Cop style heads-up display.

Now, this doesn't mean I'm going to automatically talk to them. I'll probably just end up admiring them from a distance, as I'm shy (and can be clumsy) when it comes to meeting women.

Woman looks up from book at coffee shop to find mysterious 20-something gazing at her, but he is not making eye contact. Rather, he is looking at something above her eyes. He cocks one eybrow, betrays a small grin, and raises his drink to his mouth. She smiles back at him. His drink misses his mouth completely and he spills his beverage down the front of his shirt. He stands up to get a towel, but knocks over his table in the process, subsequently causing him to trip and fall into a game of chess-in-progress. Smile fades from woman's face as she resumes reading her book.

Back Dimples

Unlike squiggly hair, which any woman can obtain artificially if not endowed naturally, back dimples are only blessed to a lucky few women. If existing, they are the de facto sexiest part of the female body to me. I can't really explain why this is.

An ex-girlfriend of mine had back dimples (as well as squiggly hair), and she would laugh at my preoccupation with them. Evidently she had never heard of anyone having a proclivity towards such a thing and, I admit, I hadn't either. I thought I was a lone wolf in a world of back-dimpled sheep until I was watching an episode of MTV's Cribs in the TV lounge of my college dorm. Some R&B artist whose name escapes me was showing the crew his bedroom. Above his bed was a photo of a model with very predominant back dimples. He turned to the camera and said, straight faced, that "there is nothing sexier than the dimples on the back of a lady."

I stood up, "ah-ha"-ing, pointed to the TV and said, "See!? Other people like them too!" But alas, it turned out that I was the only one in the room and nobody saw this evidence of me not being some sort of an odd fetishist. I sat back down, but in the process broke the chair, spilled my drink on the front of my shirt, tripped and fell through the window and landed on the board of a chess game in-progress.