For those of us who have experienced marriage let's take a moment to pause, reflect and reminisce on the joys of discovering those intimate quirks of one another during the first weeks /months. Then there's my story:
I know why professional cyclists (male & female) shave their legs. They ride 11 months out of the year, thousands of miles a month and when the inevitable fall/crash happens, cleaning abrasions on a hairless leg is easier. Also receiving a massage without leg hair is more efficient and less painful. Professional cyclists receive numerous, if not daily massages.
I do not receive numerous massages and have had only one crash in my 30+ years of cycling where having hairless legs was helpful but, I used to shave my legs. It's part of being a cyclist. Kind of like wearing that sports jersey of your favorite athlete (which I find so juvenile). Beginning around May and ending somewhere in September my legs were as smooth as a baby's bottom. With 20/20 hindsight, it probably would have been beneficial to share this part of the bike culture with my soon to be wife.
One night, shortly after being married, I had a dream that I needed to go to the bathroom (pee). In reality, as I slept, I relieved myself (still in bed). Fortunately, this has only happened once in my adult life. Unfortunately, it happened, as noted, during the early months of my first marriage. Giving my new bride the benefit of the doubt, perhaps this wasn't a moment she anticipated as a newlywed.
Days, not weeks after this, the time came for me to shave my legs. I'm in the bathtub with shaving cream on my legs and my wife (see above paragraph) walks in and asks me what I'm doing. To which, I so casually reply, "I'm shaving my legs".
She left the room without saying a word.
—PLA Volunteer · name withheld to protect the innocent