My Girlfriend Talked Me Into It.I have related some of my past experiences, one of them was different. My best friend, Gail, used to shave her vulvas. This was in a time when no one did that (mid 1970's), or if they did, we just did not know about it.
This was about three months before I got married. I was putting stuff together for the honeymoon (we were going to Cabo). I knew there would be times we would actually be on the beach and so Gail pushed me into buying this skimpy bikini. When we got home, Mark was there, but I had to keep some mystery in things, so I told him he could not look in the bag. After Gail and I kicked him out of my Mom's house, I tried on the bathing suit. I did not have a 'forrest' down there, but I my hair was sticking all out. The other problem was what Mark called his landing *****. I had a almost straight line of hair from the top of my pubic area to my belly button. More embarrassing was my 'landing *****' was much darker than my blonde pubs. Gail suggested I just take a razor blade and do a little trimming. She gave me the run down on how to shave since she had been doing it for a few years. With her excellent guidance, I did it o.k., no nicks, cuts. On the few occasions when my vanity got the better of me, I looked at myself in the mirror. I just about cried. I did not look like a grown woman who was going to walk down the isle in three months, I looked like a little girl. I decided to just trim the edges, from that point on.
I don't know how guys can shave every day. I found out, if I did not keep the area shaved after a couple of days, the stubble would get itchy. Shaving every day was beginning to burn. I thought I would use Nair but Gail told me that would be worse than shaving.. Mark loved that bathing suit. I think after a while, he complained about running his tongue on the stubble when we were 'playing.' . I never shaved my pubic hair after our honeymoon. Personally, I loved showing off what the other guys could only dream about when I was wearing that bathing suit. It was my way of saying to the world, "Ha, if some of you pathetic, in affectual losers had been a little nicer, you could have had this!. Shortly after the honeymoon, that bathing suit was happily relegated to the bottom of a drawer. I used to pull it out, about once a year, just to show him that I could still fit into my honeymoon clothing. I ended up not being able to wear that suit for a couple of summers. I had to gain weight in order to get pregnant during one summer, the following summer I was carrying twins. When that happened, I don't think I could have gotten one of my legs into the holes. After I had the kids, it took me a year to get back down to my 'game weight."