Sunday evening, my place. The living room table is covered with food: salmon, wild rice, candy fruit slices, pecan log, Key lime coconut chocolates. We’ve just spent four hours, rocking loud in my basement studio. I feel tired, warm and friendly.
“Guys,” I say. “We’ve been the Hippos for years, and you know I tell you everything about my life.”
Eric fuddles around with a G chord on the acoustic guitar. Chris eats a piece of pecan log. Kerwin wanders to the fridge, grabs another soda and says, “Yeah.”
“So you guys are normal, heterosexual musicians, right?” I say.
“I don’t like the way this revelation is starting,” says Eric.
“I’ve made a change in my life, and I want to let you guys know about it, so you can understand and accept me,” I say. Chris swallows a pecan and looks serious. Kerwin punches open the soda and sits.
I take a breath and say, “I’ve started using moisturizer.”
A beat and Kerwin says, “What?”
“Moisturizer,” I say. “Neutrogena Triple Protect Face Lotion. It has sunblock in it. I put some on my face. In the morning. Typically, after I shave. It prevents wrinkles and makes my face look better. Yes,” I say. “That’s it. I’m using… Moisturizer.”
Eric sniffs. Kerwin begins coughing. “Cough cough cough cough! Cough cough metrosexual cough cough…”
I say, “And I really hope you guys can understand, and accept me as I am. I’m not asking you guys to use moisturizer as well. Just understand… That now, I do.”
Chris puts down the Key lime chocolate and says, “Actually, I have something to say as well.”
Eric continues holding down a G chord, the guitar silent. “Oh dear God.”
Chris looks away, his eyes on the table. “I should tell you all… My hair…”
I say, “Yes?”
Chris says, “I had my hair… Highlighted. I mean, I had highlights added. Just a little lightening, here and there. But they’re there. Highlights.”
Kerwin noses into his can of soda. Eric says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified before.”
I’m so proud of you, John. There is no shame in wanting to feel pretty. However, I WILL start to worry if you state that you are having a "fat day." Even for you, gorgeous in-control-of-your-masculinity man, that’s a bit too metrosexual.