I have been in a relationship for nearly six years. It leads me to question whether certain things have changed.
When you’re in a long term relationship you don’t worry about the minutiae. If you haven’t plucked your eyebrows for a few days and slightly resemble a bushman, it doesn’t really matter. If you’re routinely seen without make up and with toothpaste in the corner of your lips, who cares? If it looks like you’re growing a Jackson-5 afro between your legs, what the hell?
Or maybe these are all part of the reason I’m now single…
I swim a few times a week. Well, I say swim, I splash around in the water with Miss Rose and then have a coffee.
For this reason I keep things in the lady garden region relatively well pruned anyway. Nothing fancy, there’s no lightning bolts or flowers going on down there, but it’s a bikini-friendly zone.
However… I’m not blind and I routinely see baby smooth foofs displayed rather proudly in the changing room. Waxed to within an inch of their lives these ladies, and if you look up from changing your baby whilst one is moisturising a leg on the bench in front of you, you find yourself eye to… well eye, with one. It’s rather distracting.
As a single lady at some point I am going to want somebody to pay attention to “that”. Not yet… shudder… but at some point. But will they be expecting something bald?
Am I supposed to be getting rid of it all? I really don’t want to…
For one thing I’m naked around Miss Rose all the time and when she starts developing into a young woman and sprouting I don’t want her feeling that she has to whip it all off. I also prefer to have a little shrubbery. For aesthetics sake.
I tell you what, there is more to this single mum malarkey than originally meets the eye. Perhaps I watch too much TV… and look at too many naked ladies at the gym…