Dating has never been a hobby of mine, but finding forever did not come quickly for me. I was 35 when I met him. I never thought when I started dating Derrick that laziness would save our relationship, but two years later I have learned that my shaving habits sealed the deal.

No, I am not talking about shaving everything off or super personal areas for shaving. I shave my armpits so I am not talking about anything weird. I am talking about my legs! I do not have NAIR legs, and I am not one to wax or spend extra time. Luckily I have always been gifted at getting it done fast and right. Until Derrick that is.
After three weeks of dating we decided to get more personal with each other. After talking, dinner and some wine we started to fool around. Clothes came off, petting began, and we both thought this would be our first time. Of course this was until my pants came off, and when I went to adjust myself for him to sit next to me I saw them. I couldn’t believe it! But there they were. That’s right! On the back of my leg, and to the side of my knee, there were five hairs looking like they had been growing for a year. They had to be at least an inch long! How have I missed that spot so many times? I remember the conversation like it was yesterday….
“What’s wrong, Shannon? Is this not what you want?” Derrick asked in a very concerned tone.
“I thought I was, but now I think things may be moving a bit fast. I really like you and I don’t want to risk messing things up my moving too fast. I am so sorry.” I offered as there was no way in hell I could give him the honest explanation of my change of heart.
“No problem. We can slow down. I don’t mind waiting for you,”
As it turns out this is what made Derrick think I was the girl for him. Five hairs and a few lies made him think I was different because I didn’t want to give myself up so easy. Nothing could be further from the truth, but it doesn’t matter, because we have been married for a year today!
When he told me that this night was the night he knew I would be the one he would marry I felt a twinge of guilt. I wanted to tell him the truth, but why ruin this man’s fantasy? Besides, how do you tell a man than you missed a spot shaving, and it must have been more than once, so you didn’t sleep with him so that the jungle behind your knee wouldn’t scare him? 
The company for Nair should be happy as well. That night with Derrick made me change my shaving habits, and now those harder to reach and see places, have some extra help from my new best friend.
Thank you leg hair! Thank you for helping me snag my man!