[A] Searching for Mr. Hairless

No matter how great her date may be, Rajung’s love could never coexist with their body hair. The passion and excitement of a new relationship died instantly the moment she saw “hair”: hairy chest, hairy legs, the five o’clock shadow etc. It’s kind of like losing your appetite when you find hair in your food; it doesn’t matter how good the dish is or if it’s to your taste. At this rate, there’s a good chance Rajung will die without ever seeing a man’s penis, let alone have sex. Then her best guy friend, without batting an eye, said to her: “Guess I should pluck all my pubic hair and show you mine.”