The Ultimate Black Beauty
Black is Beautiful
One of the most distinctive features among many Sri Lankans and south Indians is their deep, dark complexion.
It seems peculiar that there is sometimes a lack of appreciation for this beguiling physical trait. What to me is uniquely attractive is a dark complexion combined with a rich crop of straight, wavy or curly black hair.
Even with hair close-cropped, such men seem endowed with an exotic and even erotic appeal.
When it comes to intimate liaisons the saying goes, once you go black you never go back. In my case, that happened on a trip to Southeast Asia in 1996. But it was not an actual liaison, merely the suggestion of one!
If memory serves me correctly,and I am not sure that it does, I was walking along a back road in the Vietnamese resort town of Vung Tau. Not quite the place one would expect to happen upon an image of black beauty, I stumbled upon on a Sri Lankan worker at a building site.
Now the part of the story that is haziest in my memory is what led up to this moment in time.
I'm not sure of how & when the paradigm shift occurred that awakened me to the attractiveness of dark-skinned young men with straight or curly black hair.
But on that unremarkable Vietnamese road I was struck with a Eureka-type flash.
As the old Nat King Cole classic puts it...
I was walking along minding my business, when out of an orange-colored sky... Flash! Bam! Alakazam! Wonderful you came by.
I was humming a tune drinking in sunshine, when out of that orange-colored view... Flash! Bam! Alakazam! I got a look at you.
One look and I yelled "Timber! Watch out for flying glass." 'Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out, I went into a spin and I started to shout, "I've been hit, this is it, this is it, I've been hit!"
That's a great song and it captures the moment exactly.
It was flash, bam, alakazam when I got a glimpse of the young Sri Lankan worker at the construction site.
I couldn't speak just then out of fear and uncertainty.
But some time later I managed to return to the spot and approach the young worker.
In my awkwardness there was little more I could do than exchange a greeting and a smile.
The worker told me that he was from Sri Lanka and with a Singaporean company.
I hadn't been to Dubai yet, where I live now, and so I knew nothing of the huge numbers of migrant south Asian workers. It was simply a rare and unexpected treat for me to happen upon this handsome young, Sri Lankan man and have my consciousness pricked.
As I remember it, the Sri Lankan man's hair was a mop of glistening black curls. His shining dark face was like the richest of dark-chocolates dripping wet with perspiration.
What I wouldn't do to travel back to that moment in time. Somewhere along the line and some 10 years later, that happenstance event led to the creation of this Sri Lankan Male blog.
This young man is not that construction site worker in Vietnam--no curly black locks!
He is a hopeful bodybuilder featured at ArabMuscle.net. I cannot promise that the images in the post will remain very long. Enjoy them while you can.
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