Black-haired

The beautiful, black-haired girl was in the park.

Tom is a black-haired man.

The actress Sigourney Weaver played a black-haired woman in the movie Alien, but was a brunette in the movie Avatar.

Robert was a bearded, black-haired Jewish manager in the Japanese software company. He introduced me into the company. He teased me about liking to eat colourful ice cream parfaits there in Tokyo. We together liked to hike the eerie, but fascinating alleyways there. Unfortunately, he cut his job term short because he had to go back to Washington State to marry his Chinese girlfriend. I attended his wedding in Seattle. I was a bit late because I mis-estimated the time to get there driving from the BC border. Robert bought a brand-new house.

In my first year of university at UBC, in 1984, there was an Esperanto Club meeting at the International House, whose architecture seemed like it was from the 1960s. There, I heard my first live Esperanto conversation between a young black-haired white man and an elderly white woman.

At my university's Aquatic Centre, I was surprised one day to see Vuk, the black-haired Eastern European who was a Chemical Engineering student, inside the sauna. I couldn't see clearly without my eyeglasses.

In the raining morning of the 30th of January of 2022, at the cafe, I was drinking my iced black tea. My friend Don walked to a front table, as we discussed his electronic-book reader, which he has had for over ten years. I have a similar device. Later, a handsome black-haired bearded man, maybe an Arab, approached the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt and grey rugby pants. He had very hairy arms. Afterwards, I went to the pizzeria.

On the 25th of February of 2022, it seemed an uneventful, sleepy day. Before dawn, I had a cold canned Thai tea drink and ketchup potato chips from a corner convenience store. After lunchtime, at the cafe, I had my usual iced black tea. Around there were some black-haired men. At the pizzeria, I had two slices and an iced black effervescent drink.

In the morning of the 26th of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, were talking in the teahouse, as I had my nth order of Strawberry Oat Matcha Latte and Greg, having already finished his coffee, attended to his newspapers and magazines. The barista at the cashier was Stefania, a beautiful black-haired Italian with an accent. Marlin, my Filipina friend, was sitting at a corner near the window. Near the counter stood a handsome head-shaven Japanese-looking man who was fluent in English. Greg and I discussed martial arts. There were the karate, judo, aikido, and kendo in Japan. There was the kung fu in China. There was the capoeira in Brazil. There was the arnis de mano in the Philippines. We mentioned Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, famous martial artists in the movie industry.

Black-haired and gray-eyed he was, and his hands were those of one who works hard in the fields.