Stephanie (28-12-16)
I was a hairy baby (cue Pat Mustard references), and an even hairier teen. I remember girls being impressed when their male peers started to sprout hair on their faces (usually a little bum-fluff 'stash), legs and (possibly even) their chests.
I was one of said males and I had a girlfriend who loved how 'grown-up' I was becoming (I was 13/14, my voice was also breaking at the time). It was a very meaningful relationship. All 2 weeks of it.
Fast-forward another few years, I caught the attention of a certain female who, not having seen my manly legs and chest, and being duped by my (now) shaved upper lip, figured me for the clean-cut, boyband type, my appearance from the shoulders up, implied.
When she finally found out the truth, that was that.
I learned the lesson and began to groom. Shaved my legs and belly, never let my face go beyond a 3/4 day stubble, kept the crown jewels either shaved or trimmed to an inch of their tidy little lives, and likewise my chest.
Roll on another couple of years, another girl, who, on sight of my bodily baldness, dumped my metrosexual ass as quickly as she could.
The moral of this story is, I DON'T UNDERSTAND WOMEN
hope this helps
whoseyourdaddy (28-12-16)
collinsp (29-12-16)
There definitely has been some form of evolution.
I've been shaving down there since a very cool woman introduced me to it in the late 90's. For a decade I had to let it grow if I ever hoped of not getting slapped in the gob when I got naked with a chick I brought home.
A little less than 10 years ago it started to become "Oh my god, You've no hair down there ... that's so cool".
Nowadays ... not that I can score on the dancefloor anymore ... they ladies don't bat an eyelid.
However, escort-wise, about a year back I was asked by an Eastern european lady if I was Irish. I thought that was strange so I said "Yes of course, do I not sound Irish?"
She said "Yes, but ..." and pointed at the place where my dignity use to be.
Vitruvian (29-12-16)
rbpdick (29-12-16)