You might want to skip this one. You'll see why in a minute.
We're talking about hairy chests. Some people like hairy chests. Some people don't.
My chest? Well, I'm not about to be confused with Bigfoot or anything. But it's not smooth. If I needed a Band-Aid or something, it'd hurt like heck when it was removed. With duct tape, you'd get all you needed for a DNA sample.
Not covered with fur, but still, there are hairs there.
But today's topic isn't really supposed to be the hair on my chest. Or any man's chest for that matter.
Yep. Women. With hairy chests.
Now, let me be clear. Because this may need some clarification. Just like with men, there are varying degrees of hair on the chest of women.
Some women, anyway.
Now, the Wife? Nope. The Ex- neither. But I have seen women with hair on their chest.
Apparently some men like that. And that's just fine. It's not my particular taste. So to speak. Let's say I've never had to remove a hair from my mouth that I got from a woman's chest. And lets just leave it at that, shall we?
Now, some women have hair in various places in amounts that other women don't. If the Wife didn't shave her legs, there'd be hair there. If she didn't shave under her arms, there'd be hair there.
For some women, if they don't remove hair from their face, there'd be hair visible. And that happens.
What I'm saying is it's not all that unusual to see hair on a woman's body ... but not a lot of hair on a woman's body.
What brought this up?
Well, about a month ago, I went to Golden Corral for supper. And I'm standing there near the food bar when a woman walked by. A woman with a hairy chest.
How did I know? Well, she was wearing revealing clothing. Lots of cleavage showing. Lots of cleavage. And lots of hair on that chest. Lots of hair.
And, yes, it was a woman. A camel toe looks nothing like a ... squirrel in a bag (or whatever the male analogy is supposed to be). Okay? It was a woman.
A woman with a hairy chest. Showing it off for everyone to see. In a restaurant. With people trying to eat.
Fortunately, the Wife and I had already eaten supper, and were on the way out. And this was about a month ago. I'm scared to go back.
Going to a place like the Golden Corral is liking going to see the freak show at the circus.ReplyDelete
Those places scare me.
I now understand why!ReplyDelete
EEEWWW! basil...I did not need to know all that...TMI!!ReplyDelete
bahahahahaha...I am rolling with laughter over here. But dang, for real, I've never heard of nor have I ever seen a woman with a hairy chest, thankfully! Dang basil!ReplyDelete
Sis: You see at the top where I wrote "You might want to skip this one"?? Guess what I meant by that?ReplyDelete
c.a.Marks: Oh, if only I had never encountered one.
Are you trying to be "edgy" or is it time for an intervention? haReplyDelete
LOLOL...squirrel in a bag?ReplyDelete
Linda: Edgy? Me? Pshaw! But, if you see me approaching a Golden Corral, then, yes, call an intervention.ReplyDelete
Dragonlady: I'm sure there's a comparable phrase ... I'm just not sure what it is. Best I could do under the circumstances.
Not that this is entirely on the topic, but I used to date a guy who called the "Golden Corral" the "Golden Colon."ReplyDelete
I've called it that ever since.
Sportslady: Oh, my. I've added a new phrase to my vocabulary.ReplyDelete
I dont mind the hairy arms, like the legs and love a little happy trail; but dang on the chest ??? Too far !!!!ReplyDelete