Justin didn't know about the Mongolian spot. He didn't even believe me when I told him about it. You see, every woman from certain places in east Asia has a dark area in her most delicate region. Beauty marks the spot.
I found out about the spot completely by accident. A woman I worked with told me about it. I expressed disbelief to her at first. So she showed me. Since she could have been an isolated case I did some checking on my own; research of a sort. It turned out she was telling the truth. Every woman I spoke with confirmed the presence of this mark on her body.
How was it regarded, this beauty mark they all shared? "Like a toe," said one woman I asked. "Or an elbow." What if someone was born without it? "She wouldn't care." Would other people care? Would she be shunned? "No. Not by sane people." Ah, there was the rub. When was cultural shunning sane?
My curiousity eventually turned to the men. Did they have a similar spot in their delicate regions? "No," I was told by several women. Could these women be trusted regarding this? Maybe the male Mongolian spot was some sort of Asian fraternal secret.
I had to ask some of the males. But how? How could I possibly broach this subject with them? "Excuse me. Do you have a dark beauty spot in your nether regions? Do any of the other males in your family?" It just wouldn't do.
I decided to try and catch a glimpse on my own. The gym downtown was frequented by possible male candidates for the Mongolian spot. Nothing was revealed as a result of my research efforts in the locker room. "I'm doing genetic research!" fell on deaf ears when one fellow caught me searching for the spot. Testy.
There was no choice but to ask a few of them. Out with it. One fellow shook his fist in my face. Settle down, clown. Several more gave me nervous smiles and kept walking in silence. One kind chap laughed hysterically at the question. "No. No spot on man. Only woman have this." He even offered to prove the point at his apartment just around the corner. "Thank you, no."
Justin eventually conceded defeat on the issue. He did some research of his own. My methods were comical to him. "Outside a coffee shop?! You're asking men walking by about their genitalia?!" I'm not sure if I agree that I was lucky not to get arrested. Research is research after all. No matter how it's carried out.