My theory on shaving...and men
I have a theory that revolves around leg shaving…or the lack thereof. Not shaving and men. I have a strong feeling it’s more like an inborn knowledge all girls come into this world knowing. If I am going on a date and I want to make sure I don’t slip up and end up in bed with the guy way too soon, I make sure I go on that date with my legs unshaven.
I read somewhere that some women protect themselves in the same manner by not cleaning their apartments before the date, so they are not tempted to bring their man back for a drink. But then, where does that leave you if your date has, in fact, a spotless apartment of his own? So, the legs it is. If I go on the date with stubble, there is no way I am removing clothes in front of anyone else that night. My own personal chastity belt. If I shave before a date I’m in for trouble.
Now that whole theory goes out the door if you’ve been with a man for a while. You get to that point, you know, when you slide into bed at night, hairy legs and all. You get to the point where your man does not care, he accepts your legs for all they’re worth. That’ a nice feeling, a feeling of infinite acceptance.
I read somewhere that some women protect themselves in the same manner by not cleaning their apartments before the date, so they are not tempted to bring their man back for a drink. But then, where does that leave you if your date has, in fact, a spotless apartment of his own? So, the legs it is. If I go on the date with stubble, there is no way I am removing clothes in front of anyone else that night. My own personal chastity belt. If I shave before a date I’m in for trouble.
Now that whole theory goes out the door if you’ve been with a man for a while. You get to that point, you know, when you slide into bed at night, hairy legs and all. You get to the point where your man does not care, he accepts your legs for all they’re worth. That’ a nice feeling, a feeling of infinite acceptance.
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