Blonde in Asia
Today, a Japanese girl told me that she was jealous of
my blonde hair.
The phrase 'too many even to count' is one that has many
practical applications in Asia.
|Still, I shouldn't have been surprised.
In Asia, my blonde hair has led me into many interesting situations and conversations.
Too many even to count.
I've had flight attendants on Japan Airlines bring me extra drinks in return for the answer to a mid-flight bet. Two of them bet I was Swedish, one bet Dutch, and another bet German. They were surprised to learn that Americans often have blonde hair.
I've had a homeless woman sit by me in a park and stroke my hair for an hour. Unconcerned that I spoke no Japanese, she studied my head and happily told me all about the upcoming Imperial wedding.
I've even had hair stolen right off my back.
I could see the hand, out of the corner of my eye, but I
let her take the hair. She turned around and showed her friends. They held
it up to the light and studied it noisily.
Shin turned back to me and said, "I'm jealous. That
blonde hair is a great way to meet girls".
It's fun to be blonde in Asia.