Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s my boyfriend. Maybe it’s my temporary leg hair. Could be my PMS. I don’t know. Whatever it is – relationship doubts are upon me tonight.
It’s tough dating after 30. I’m well aware that things are all sliding downhill. Every passing day is another one closer to additional gray hairs, well defined wrinkles and increasingly flaccid body parts. Each fleeting 24-hour period serves as a crude reminder that a) I’m not getting any younger, b) Meeting men becomes harder with age and c) I’m not married. There’s no marriage in sight. The risk of dying alone in an apartment full of mangy dogs keeps escalating. It’s absolutely fabulous.
Back to how hairy legs wrecked my night. A few weeks ago, I somehow contracted folliculitis – perhaps from touching gym equipment at Urban Active or soaking in the pool at our Vegas hotel. I don’t know, but it’s not very sexy. While on antibiotics, I’m forbidden to shave. Doctor’s orders. No razors for 7 days. Period.
My boyfriend travels for work M-F (and it certainly blows) and returned home for a whole whopping hour this evening before trekking off to Pittsburgh for the night. En route to Cleveland, he sent me a text about how he couldn’t wait to get it on when he arrived.
“Just to warn you – I’m furry.” I responded. (I’m honest, what can I say?
“Four days furry. I can’t help it. The doctor said I can’t shave, remember? But I’m ok with it if you are (insert smiley face)”
He promptly changed the subject and made no move whatsoever during his hour or two back in Cleveland. I stopped over. He ironed a few shirts. We sipped coffee. That was that.
The skin infection I’ve sported for the past two weeks never stopped him, but leg & crotch stubble is taking it way too far? Was I so wrong to assume we were comfortable enough in our relationship that 3.5 days sans razor was no big deal? I thought we were well beyond this. It worries me that we aren’t.
Hairy legs, hairy armpits and hairy vaginas are slightly unappetizing… I get it. Come Monday, my body hair and (hopefully) pimply looking skin infection will be a thing of the past. My uncertainty… well that’s another story.