Regardless of how wonderful her date might be, Rajung's affection cannot coexist with body hair. The thrill and joy of a new relationship faded immediately upon her noticing "hair": a hairy chest, hairy legs, the five o'clock shadow, and so forth. It's similar to losing your appetite upon discovering hair in your meal; the quality of the dish or its flavor becomes irrelevant. At this pace, Rajung stands a considerable chance of never witnessing a man's penis, much less engaging in sexual activity. Then her best male friend, without a hint of hesitation, remarked to her: "I guess I should pluck all my pubic hair and show you mine."