I sit here writing precariously: the guys who are active writers for this blog were up in arms at my insistence for this post, but I think their curiosity about a girl’s perspective got the best of them, and I managed to sneak in approval for this post. I concede that Surviving Studenthood is a blog about studenthood (and surviving it – I know, not so creative title! :)) but in my opinion, relationships are a huge part of studenthood, and they are worth discussing. Plus – as I discovered from last week’s meeting – any blog post about guys getting more action, is bound to be a hit.
Of course, we keep this blog rated PG (well, PG14) because although our target audience is university students, youngsters these days are surprisingly technology-savvy. So, when we say ‘action’, we mean it in the most innocent, ‘clammy holding-hands and tentative, frightened kissing’ type of action.
Disclaimer aside, lets get down to business.
The girls and I happened to be at the meeting earlier than the guys (surprise, surprise :)) and we got talking about relationships. As a minor-feminist (or maybe, I just hate shaving), the complaint around the table seemed to be that it isn’t guys that are too much work – its the prep time required for them. My best friend was complaining that shaving her legs was pointless, as her boyfriend has such hairy legs, she doubted he could even tell she had shaved when their legs rubbed together (they were playing footsies, of course – or rather, legsies, under the table – no other reasons legs would be rubbing!)
Am I getting too graphic? I don’t mean to be. 🙂
I guess the point I am trying to make is that women find getting ready for the date just as tedious as the date itself. The shaving of legs, and underarms, and the tweezing, and waxing, and plucking (damn, we have a lot of hair!) is just too much work for the few minutes of action. And spontaneity is basically a bust – when our wonderful dates want to surprise us with a back-seat romp (um – or rather, tickle-fest for our under-13 readers), our first reaction is “no way! no action!” – followed by an exciting reason varying from hair growing in unsightly places to Aunt Flo being in town.
If you are a bit naive, you’re probably still hoping for the perfect man with great hair, and sparkling white teeth and a sexy voice that makes you swoon (sounds like Ken from the Barbie series). After some experience, you know what the great consensus is among women? I want a man who doesn’t care if I’ve shaved my legs.
Ba-Boom! And there it is boys – the great secret to getting more action. Grit your teeth and bare it (pun intended) because we deal with your hairy faces, chests, legs and more, and we don’t complain at all – in fact, we lie and tell you its manly. For all the effort we put into remove our own hair from almost all the places listed above (thankfully, we are chest-hair-free), we’d hope you’d close your eyes to a little leg stubble – or frankly, a our Amazon-w0men legs – and remember we still got soft curves in all the right places. (And yes, for the hundredth time, as I know all my guy-friends will ask, all women (yes, all of them) have mustaches that we have the unfortunate pleasure of trying to remove via wax, cream, or threading). If you are willing to embrace your ogre-Fiona, you’ll discover she is sassier and sexier than the delicate, hairless princess.
I want to say that this is just a dating-problem and that you can expect better once married, but boys, from marriage it is all downhill. I still remember an Everybody Loves Raymond episode from a long time ago, where Raymond says something along the lines of “Debra [my wife] is shaving – I think I’m gonna get some tonight!”. In the rare occasion we shave, you can expect a night of romance, but if you are willing to have your woman au-naturel, you may be pleasantly surprised to discover that you might like living in the wild…. 😉
Women out there, you’ve gotta holler at me if we are right – I mean, maybe the girls at our table have an aversion to picking up a razor every three days (or every other day, for the more … Amazon-ish type!) … are we anomalies? Maybe we are doomed to be hairy and alone… Or can we get an ‘Amen’ from our fellow sistas?
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The Girls from Surviving Studenthood
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