Against my own better judgement, I shaved my ches…
2649 days ago
Against my own better judgement, I shaved my chest last week. I can just hear you now: “Why in God’s name would you want to do that?” And “How did it turn out?”
So back when I was in high school, and the other kids were getting chest hair (well, the other boys were getting chest hair. not too many of the girls did, i think), i never did. i started going gray at seventeen, but no chest hair. freshman, sophomore year of college, no chest hair. finally in my junior year I started to get this ugly, tiny clot of hair on my chest. by the summer of 2002 it looked like the one on the left.
which i could live with, even though it was ugly as crap. but suddenly a couple of weeks ago, someone at the theatre said, “Hey, why don’t you just shave it? That’s what I do.” Oh, good idea, i thought. i’ll do just that. and i did.
now i’ve been shaving my legs for ten years now, and my face for more than half that long. i know to use new razor blades, and i know to let the shaving cream sit for a few minutes before shaving. i also know that the best laid plans of mice and men sometimes still give you razor burn, and i’ve had razor burn a few times. never, though, have i ever had razor burn that compares with the razor burn on my chest right now. oh well. i guess i’ll have to try again. maybe i will just let a cat scratch out my pathetic excuse for chest hair.
and from the awwwwwww department, steph and i got together a year ago yesterday. i wish i could tell you we deliberately picked valentine’s day, but i’d be lying to you. these things happen when and where they will and there’s no rhyme or reason to it, nothing to do but thank your lucky stars she’s so great.
