Please God, seriously. never give me “lower back hair that leads into blanketing my ass. The thin patch on your stomach that spills out of your belly button and and waterfalls into the pool that is your pubic hair is called a “happy trail”, and when other friends started developing this monstrosity i feared getting one myself since i knew there was nothing “happy” about it. thankfully when torso hair appeared it was in no design, and definitely with no fuse sticking out of my shorts inviting everyone to light the bomb that is my crotch.
I was always late to the get my portion from the hair fairy though so I’m nervous that I could still be in danger of developing the reverse-happy. and then i’d have to lazer-hair-removal my friggin rear, from lumbar to cheeks. cuz no. absolutely not.
My fears were sparked today when I was walking behind some dude on the cement beachwalk and his curly backhairs memorized me in a loop of horror. so of course i took a picture of it for later.
I don know why he’s wearing underwear with a bathing suit, but since the suit is hanging inches below his crack, i guess im thankful.
When he turned around i was all “uh, do you mind? i’m trying to take a picture of your ass” and when he made a face i said “dude, dont be gay and just turn around”. in his confusion, he obeyed (he’s a bottom). i also heart that suit. but enough about teh gheys. -no assey trails. gross.
Wait. Did he really turn around? Mmm, another adventure in awkwardness. Well, it would have been for me. But it seems you handled it well… Well played Richard. Well played.