Last night I got most of the stuff I needed to accomplished. I epilated my legs like a thousand bees descended onto my legs in a mad fury of activity. I do it because I find when I shave, the hair grows back almost instantaneously. When I epilate, I get a good hour of depilation.
I’ve heard of this phenomenon before: a woman once told me something to the effect that she needed to shave again within seconds of leaving the bathroom after the first shave.
The closest male equivalent, I suppose, was the six-thirty stubble (five o’clock was obviously too early) sported by Richard Milhous Nixon. And my daughter claimed this past weekend that I seemed unusually clean-shaven, which I was unable to explain satisfactorily.
(This is the second post about women’s legs in less than twenty-four hours. Draw your own conclusions.)