Once in a while on a whim I think of something to do or try, usually something unconventional, and I say to myself “f*ck it, why not?” This happened a month or so ago when I decided not to shave under my arms. I did not inform my gal pal, sk, of my decision. I figured she would notice eventually.
Just for the record, I despise shaving. My legs see a razor blade four or five times a year. I only shave them during the summer months and then on an as-needed basis. My theory is this: if someone is close enough to my limbs to notice a bit of stubble, they are too close and need to back away. Lucky for me, I am not an overly hairy individual so I can get away without shaving for a few weeks.
As you may have guessed, sk, did notice the pricklies under the arms sprouting out and asked me when I intended on shaving. I answered her truthfully, that I had not decided how long this would go on. She crinkled up her nose, laughed and shook her head.
A few more days past, she again asked me when I was going to shave. I replied, “oh, not yet, it’s still not long enough for you to braid.” I explained to her how well I care for my new growth. I wash them with my J & J baby shampoo plus conditioner so they are shiny and tangle free with just a hint of a fresh clean scent. Hey, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. No half-assing here.
See, these are the types of things I do to amuse myself.