There's something about a guy with streaks of gray in his hair that drives us crazy (in a very good way!) So, he's not a spring chicken anymore. That's ok! In fact, it's downright refreshing. He looks distinguished, like a professor or a Flaming Lips frontman. I mean, he's probably paid off his student loans by now. That's awesome!
After five glasses of Cab Sav--and with very little prompting on your part--he will launch into stories about how he used to skateboard "back in the day" and that he almost went pro if he hadn't broken his ankle that one time. You'll nod and wince at the ankle bit then zone out; you'll be too busy secretly wishing that you could run your fingers through his mane. If you ask nicely and bat your eyelashes, he might just let you.
So, dudes rockin' the salt and pepper 'do, we tip our hats to you. Your graying temples show us that you can probably afford to pick up the bill. Check please!