I am actually very bad for not shaving my legs most of the time. I just get so lazy or I dread having to take up the razor, cream, wax, or any other hair removal tools available in my bathroom. I do, however, get pleased with the end result of nice, smooth legs. Armpits aren't so bad, they're quickly removed right after I've soaped up my body and right before I rinse off. It's the long expanse of legs that I tend to get so very bored with. It's ironic, really, because I'm so darned short.
Proof of this very recently. My cute man and I were pulling out onto our road, on our way to an auction. I had donned a very little pair of green shorts and a tank top. It was a hot, humid day. All of the sudden, the car screeched to a halt and I looked over to see Jer staring, horrified, at my legs. He then turned the car around, pulled back into our driveway, and asked me to put on a pair of pants. I looked down and said at least my leg hairs were blonde. He said he could still see them. It grosses him out. But yes, I didn't really realize the hair on my legs could get so long. It interested me. I have yet to shave since that time.
When I told some people this story, they were surprised that I'd go out in public with hairy legs. It really doesn't bother me that much. However, I do prefer smooth legs. It feels much better, particularly in the heat. Looks like I better plan for a long bath tonight.