OK, I've been thinking this over, and I've decided to ask for opinions. This has been running through my head for some time now, and this morning when I showered, I had a "duh" moment. And here we are, discussing my shower routine. Oooooookay.
Like most American women, I shave my legs and armpits. No other body parts are coming into discussion, so don't even go there! Now, this morning it occurred to me that I'm not having to shave my legs as often as I used to, a nice turn. However, I contemplated the fact that I should shave them this morning; they needed it as I hadn't shaved them in several days. But then I considered that since I wear jeans or slacks every day during the winter, no one sees them, no one knows, I have no reason to care whether they are shaved or not, and I frankly felt lazy. I decided not to shave today.
Then . . . . .
This idea stuck and ruminated with me as I drove to meet the inspector at the house. I began to wonder why I shave them anyway! There is no special, significant person in my life. Most of my life I've shaved my legs, largely to look and feel as inviting as possible for that person. When I was single I stayed amazingly sleek, just in case. When I was married I made sure that I was smooth and non-stickery most of the time, or at least enough to keep my life, uh, happily busy. But there isn't a reason for that now!
So, I'm thinking that I'll just quit for a while. I know, I know, I should "be ready," just in case That Person shows up. But, hey, I figure I'll have at least a few hours before things progress to the point that my hairy, stickery legs become an issue! Even in my younger, busier years, when I met someone, I didn't fall into a compromised position for . . . well, at least several hours! And for crying out loud, at my age, I suspect it will move even more slowly. Because we move slower! Ohhhhh. Something just occurred to me; maybe it progresses more quickly because, well, no one knows how much time we have left!
So I'm clearly at a loss here. Do I shave my legs for nothing and live eternally disappointed, or do I let 'em go until there is a reason and then flap into action like a teenager heading for her first date? Boy, single life life is complicated at my age!