Wax On or Wax Off? by Maree Anderson (for Writers Gone Wild)
It's my birthday. Among other lovely swag, I got loads of book vouchers - yeeha! See, everyone? I'm really not that hard to buy gifts for, LOL.
Veeeery short 'n sweet post today from me. DH has just rung to let me know he's on his way home so I've got, like, 5 minutes to schedule this before I'm supposed to be getting ready for our karate lesson. Yikes! Suffice it to say, this is how it's been all day -- rushing round like crazy.
Anyhow, I'm driving home with aircon at full blast. It's midday, another scorcher in Auckland, and we're all drooping from the heat and humidity. Glance outside and what do I see? A guy jogging. With his shirt off.
He's lean and ripped -- a true runner's physique. He's very tanned -- obviously runs with his shirt off quite often. He's no spring chicken, probably about mid-to-late forties, but he's in good shape. Really good shape.
But you know the first thing that hit me when I saw him? It wasn't his great physique or the tan, or even the way he was barrelling up the steep hill. It was his hairy chest.
Not making any judgement calls, here. My dad is a hairy dude, so I grew up with hairy chests. And I'm not the least averse to Pierce Brosnan's hairy chest (or the rest of him!) in The Thomas Crown Affair.
But I notice that more and more guys these days seem to be making regular dates with wax and going all baby-smooth and hairless.
So whaddya reckon? Wax on or wax off for our menfolk?
And do you think the hairy chest will ever make a splash on the covers of our favorite romance novels?
Gotta fly. DH is home and I'm still not in my gi!