I my case, it started with a buddy, who had just gone out with my late wife a few times. Man, we went out on Kevin's boat, I realized she has hair on her chest. Yuuck! Funny, he had just given her my number, since I was doing a lot of home remodeling at that time, and he was pretty much all thumbs. When I first went to Kathy's house, my first thought was, O what a babe! I realized she was a little fuzzy, but I thought she was all woman. Hippy, busty, not real thin - rubenesque. Plus, me being part Italian, I liked her dark(Greek) looks. And, she was intelligent, hard-working and friendly, with a big smile that would fill a room. Since my friend was serial dating several; women, I just straight up asked him, why don't you just not call her, and I'll pick up the slack here. Since I was a single father (long story), he agreed that would be a decent bail-out position for him; plus, he figured he was doing me a favor.

So I came, and fixed, and slowly worked up on the issue of dating - first, she thought I was dogging my friend. Eventually I had to explain that he wasn't planning on calling back. After a particularly late remodeling session, I caught her at arm's length, and gave her a long kiss. She was startled, but I told her I would REALLY like to date her. And so we did.

When I finally got to see her undressed I was surprised, but not dismayed, by the hair on her body. Starting with a patch of 1-2" hairs between her breasts, her hair ran down to her privates, around to a awesome tuft of butt hair that protruded well past her ample rear, and continued up her back, spreading out onto to her shoulders. A soft velvety trail continued up her neck, trailing up her chin and giving her sideburns that I, could only dream of growing. Not a hairy woman - Ahhhh, a WOMAN, with extra hair. She was so self conscious about it, didn^Òt want me to see IT. I always loved it, thought it looked so healthy and vibrant. A tribute to life. He has numbered every hair on your head - it's in the Bible.

I wanted her so badly, I was so happy, even though she was upset, when she told me she was pregnant,I never thought I could have kids, no one ever got me pregnant before. She was a beautiful bride and a beautiful mother - I have the beautiful,slightly hairier than average daughters(2) to prove it.

Fast forward 13 years: Kathy was diagnosed with a frontal brain tumor. Even when her hands could no longer hold the tweezers, she would ask for them and the fancy brass mirror I bought her for an anniversary gift - to pluck her chin. Me, my last act of love, before the undertakers took her away when she passed at home, was to shave her chin and mustaches - Chemo. does things to the body that PCOS/PCOD doesn't even dream about..... I left the sideburns the way everyone who knew her remembered her.

I was inspired to share these recollections, after pondering the sad nature of why I came to this site and what I have found - it's only a hopeful qualifier ofacceptance, a sometimes unkept promise of the same. If you think of a woman's hair, or lack of it as a prerequisite for desirability, you're sadly misguided fellows. That's no more presumptuous than looking only for women with big/small boobs, big/small buttocks, tall or short, long legs or not - or them looking at you for bald head or not, long cock or not, good job or not.... You^Òre not looking for a loving relationship, you're looking for a self-fulfilling fantasy. There needs to be something more, Chemistry, Love

Tell me, What's hair got to do with IT?