Jason leaned in close, his bare arm brushing against mine and the smell of beer already thick on his breath. “Can’t believe how packed it is tonight.” I leaned away and gave a polite smile. “I know. It’s crazy.” My eyes drifted down to the large mass of dark hair oozing out of his tank top. I get it. We’re all mammals, we all have hair. My hairstylist always tells me that I have enough brown hair on my head to cover three different scalps. So, I wasn’t hair-shaming anyone, but I didn’t need to see all of that on a first date.
I’m cackling at the word choice
