I, too, am a shaver. Yes the lack of hair does have a tendency to enhance the “last chicken in the shop” look, but it feels much better. I never realized how smooth it was down there (okay, that’s probably way TMI).
Now, why did I decide to shave? Funny story really. Well, not really funny for myself. For independent observers perhaps. This may be a wee bit more information than many of you would like to know, so those with more delicate sensibilities should move on to the next post, or perhaps, a new thread. You have been warned. Anyways, on to my tale of woe:
Like the OP, the hair down there ™ is long. And thick. Not rainforest thick, but respectable. Well, one day I had an unfortunate encounter. I was in my apartment, wearing shorts and boxers, and things were in a decidedly relaxed state. All was good in the land of the Penguin. I had gotten up to get myself a refreshing beverage from the refrigerator, and I was about to sit down to enjoy a show on the television. And so I sat. And I got back up even faster.
Somehow, during the act of sitting, some hairs got, how shall we say, trapped? Pinched? Who knows. To this day, I’m still not sure of the exact mechanics involved. I doubt that I ever will be. At any rate, they were firmly trapped, and most certainly not going anywhere. This is vital information. For in this system, something had to go somewhere, and in order for that to happen, something had to give.
The wrong thing gave.
For when I sat there was a fearsome ripping, pulling feeling. And did I mention the intense pain? There was a lot of that too. Imagine plucking a nose hair. Now pluck, lets say a half inch diameter patch of nose hair. For, after limping to the bathroom, I found that was roughly the area of deforested terrain. This observation was backed up by the small cascade of hair gently wafting to the floor. Well, that was what I found once I had cleared the tears from my eyes. After that, it all came off. No questions asked. I wasn’t about to repeat that performance. Not again, not ever.
I still wince to think of it
Odd. I have just shared some very personal grooming habits with complete strangers, and yet I feel no shame. Thank god my mother doesn’t read these boards.
