Gods above, how am I going to explain this to my fiance?
I have not shaved any part of my body for two weeks. I’ve been busy, and, since I’m at school, no one but me is seeing my hairiness. Frankly, I can live with the extra hair, but I’m seeing my fiance this weekend, and I don’t want to inflict it on him.
So I go to take a bath tonight. The bathtub in my college dorm is pretty icky compared to what I’m used to. I turn on the water, it comes out brown. I re-read the entirety of Crime and Punishment, and, when I’ve finished, the water’s running a sort-of milky white color.
I figure it isn’t going to get any better and therefore strip down to utter nekkidness. The lighting above the tub, of course, is absolutely flattering, enhancing my every pore, my every spot of acne, and my every rogue stretch mark. I am starving myself* to get rid of these damned things right now, and I really don’t want to be reminded of them, thankyouverymuch. So I get into the tub, and proceed to shave.
The legs and the underarms go off without a hitch, so I move to the Forbidden Zone and go at it with the razor.
Normally, I just trim it down with the razor. I don’t want a bush, but I also don’t want to look like I’m 10. I get it manageable, and I quit. This is how my fiance prefers it. This is how I prefer it.
Tonight, however, I am somewhat out of it, and I am using a still-very-sharp razor. I keep on going, and before I know it, I have a completely bald spot the size of a half-dollar in the middle of my crotch. It’s noticeable. It’s very fucking noticeable.
Seeing as I do not believe that pubic hair should be turned into abstract art, I decided to shave most of it off. I believe that what I have now could be called a “landing strip”, though, as I’m not really an expert on such things, I could be wrong. There’s not very much there, though. I look 12.
I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to explain this. Somehow, I think that saying, “I spaced out” when he asks why I am suddenly hairless is going to lead to a three hour laughing fit, which is going to keep us from having sex, which is why I put the razor down there in the first place, dammit! Not to mention that I’ll never live it down, as I’m kinda naturally spacey sometimes…
And it’s going to itch like a motherfucker when it grows back, too! :mad: