As I was walking home, I spotted this white guy with shaven head walking ahead. I had this sudden urge to stroke his head.
"Your head is so tempting," I said to him. "Can I stroke it?"
Although his head felt damp from sweat, it felt really nice and prickly.
"He's a babe magnet, you know," his friend walking beside him chuckled.
"You're just jealous I haven't stroked your head," I said to him.
"I'm heading that way too," he laughed.
I could see what he meant; his head had a lot more hair but he had a receding hairline. After stroking his head, I wished them good evening.
Funnily enough, I noticed lots more bald guys after that. I reckon the word had gone out that there was a mad woman going about stroking bald heads and they all wanted part of the action. Unfortunately for them, I'd had my fill of stroking men's head for the day.
Reminds me of a Scottish wedding I once went to where the guys wore kilts. I got chatting to the guys, as you do, about their kilts. As I was very curious about their sporrans, I asked one guy what it was made of. Without thinking, I even stroked it. My friend later pointed out to me that it's not advisable to stroke a man's sporran. No wonder I had been so popular at that wedding with the guys, they were probably hoping to have their sporrans stroked too. :-)
Life is full of harmless fun.
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