Don’t run from your demons: aka body hair

The start of a relationship is sexy. It’s fun. It’s new and exciting. Every time you’re with you’re new partner you want to be your best, most beautiful self. You don’t fart, you don’t poop, the only hair you have on your body is your eyebrows and the top of your head (and you make it look natural). Then one day you’re sitting on his lap kissing each other. He’s rubbing your back. He starts to rub one spot over and over and you have a realization. That one pesky little hair on your back has grown back, and he has found it.

I have this one tiny (ok, it can grow like 3 inches long) hair on my back that I pluck every couple months whenever it grows to a noticeable length. I never think much of it, it’s thin, whispy and blonde; but not a soul knew about it. I hadn’t plucked it in a couple months, but since it shows up whenever it’s ready I tend to forget about it. I have been seeing this new guy for a couple months now and while we are very comfortable together (perhaps too comfortable) I wasn’t ready to expose my little friend to him. My little friend, on the other hand, was out to get me.

As all of this was going through my mind, he turned me around to stare the back hair in the face. I explained the whole situation, and my relationship with this lil friend, he said it was the grossest thing about me so far. And then he plucked it.

Until we meet again, tiny lil back hair.