I feel like a PLUCKED CHICKEN!
I am now officially "a plucked chicken". After fretting about doing it for a long time, I finally trimmed my chest hair. It was the first chest hair trimming in my 35 year old life. I was always scared to get my chest trimmed because I was afraid I would look like Buddha. Well... I say "trimmed". It looks more like a shave. I set my beard trimmer to "3". I wanted my chest hair to look the same length as my goatee. Unfortunately, I turned that trimmer upside down when a certain hair patch would not properly trim. The rest is history. I am now a plucked chicken.
When I first saw the end result... I was not impressed. E.Shrew saw the final result and exclaimed "you look better with hair!". I cringed. I knew I had made a boo boo. It took me this long to grow this much hair... will I ever grow it back swiftly enough?
The funny thing about the passing of time is that you get used to the changes. After a few days, I started liking my new look. You could finally see my belly button and my suckable nipples. They look lucious. My pecs were looking more impressive than ever. When I suck in, I am a hottie!!! (I hear the blogsphere groans you bitches!)
Now, even E.Shrew thinks I look delish. He has grown to like the new look too. The only problem... I really have to concentrate on NOT having a buddha belly. Hair does this nice little trick of hiding some man belly. Now, I'll have to (GASP!)... eat like a bird.
For those of you who are concerned... my hair seems to be growing nicely! Wow! I am as shocked as you are! So... I'll be nice and hairy chested in time for Austin (March 17th-21st) and Las Vegas (April 5th-9th). Don't you worry!