There I was, sitting on a stool at a friend’s, chatting before our beach walk. First time wearing shorts for the year. Yea, it’s been darned cold in
I had brushed my hand against my leg when I felt a tickle. It felt like a hair. Funny thing was that I couldn’t brush it off. Then I noticed that there was another one. Couldn’t brush that one off either.
What?! Are those two hairs really attached to the back of my leg?!
Are you freakin’ kidding me?
How can they be there? And, how could they be that friggin’ long? I shave my legs! I shaved them all winter. And, I shaved them all spring, which it technically still is. I do have a girlfriend, you know.
So, I’m trying to be nonchalant and figure out how to deal with those ungodly stragglers while balancing on a bar stool.
|Okay, this might be a slight exaggeration of how big those suckers were, but they felt this big.|
Nodding pleasantly during the conversation. Not really paying attention, I’m transfixed. Tattooed on the thought of my new appendages. How noticeable are they? Are they dark and thick? Would my friend notice them on our walk? My shorts are on the longer side, but not long enough. Anyone walking in the vicinity would probably see them. I think that anyone using Google Earth at that moment would be able to see them on me.
Again…how did I miss shaving them? They are like their own entities. Do I say something because I must look so uncomfortable and distracted? Do I discuss my sudden desire to braid and bead my leg hair? Maybe turn them into a dreadlock? No, he’s a guy.
“Just let it go, B. Let it go,” I said to myself.
Then I twisted the hairs around my finger and pulled them out. Vowing to never, ever let it happen again.
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