Body Hair Adventures

woman shaving legs

Let me just say that I now appreciate the efforts my wife endures to keep legs silky smooth.

As a guy, it’s been relatively easy to shave. Sure, the face and neck have a lot of contours that make things tricky, but it’s not a lot of space, and I get to cheat. After all, when I shave my face and my face fights back with stubble, it actually has its own sex appeal. I’m not unshaven; I’m not unkempt; I’m scruffy. A state that is even sometimes preferable to baby-butt-smooth, or so I’m told.

When you’re trying to keep something smooth, anything less than smooth is frustrating.

Thanks to that leeway, I’d never understood why my wife felt it such a battle to shave her legs. Admittedly, it’s preferable for me to feel silky legs rubbing against me, but it’s never really bothered me when she had a little growth. It’s natural; it happens.

Yet it bugged her. “Don’t touch my legs,” she’d beg.

Somehow, now I’ve become a manscaper. I trim and shave some up top, and shave the rest completely. I’ve found I like how it feels. In fact, for some reason, I feel more attractive for it. Meanwhile, my wife — who appreciates some trim work in general — has been (to date) generally indifferent to the precise degree of razor work.

But when I feel stubble where it’s supposed to be shaved, it bugs me. And I actually feel less attractive.

So, I’m sympathetic to my wife on a whole new level. Admittedly, it’s far simpler to shave a relatively small sack and a couple crevices compared to a couple shapely legs, so my wife probably rolls her eyes at my “empathy”. But I feel for her still. And I repent for my prior lack of understanding.

I’ve learned: when you’re trying to keep something smooth, anything less than smooth is frustrating.

That said, I’ll probably still deliberately give her goose bumps, sympathy or no. Partly because I like the idea of giving her chills. But mostly because it annoys her. Yeah, I’m that guy.

Originally posted 2016-11-04 08:00:35.

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Philip Osgood is a Christian husband, father, and writer who considers himself a passable video game player, fiction reader, camping and hiking enthusiast, welder, computer guy, and fitness aficionado, though real experts in each field might just die of laughter to hear him claim it. He has been called snarky, cynical, intelligent, eccentric, creative, logical, and Steve for some reason. Phil and his beautiful wife Clara live in Texas with their children in a house with a dog but no white picket fence. He does own a titanium spork from ThinkGeek, though, so he must be alright.

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