The widower and his pubic hair
SATURDAY, April 3 – So, now we’re talking about the pubic area. Nothing to be ashamed of. Not really. But one of the first things K said to me when we disrobed on her living room couch was: ‘Hey, you’re not shaved.’
Apparently I’m out of fashion or rather I’ve never been in fashion. It’s not a department I pay much attention to. The hairy part that is.
That is until now. Suddenly, I find myself in a situation where, as a newcomer in the marketplace of unattached lovers, I have to worry about my dick. Can’t hurt to google the pros and cons – and the risks, if any. Christ! It’s a whole new world! The research leans in the direction of ‘shave’. So, off I go to the drugstore to check out the possibilities.
Examining the merchandise on display, I resolve not to be stingy. I go for the most expensive razor, plus accessories like shaving gel and after-care products. It’s going to itch. I remember that from the operation in 2003, when the spermatic chord was blocked and the whole area depilated. First I tackle the bunches of pubic hair while standing under the shower. Then it’s time for the razor blade and the gel.
It didn’t sound like fun: delicate procedure, possibly life-threatening. I could already see the blood flowing, but it wasn’t half as bad as I expected. It took a while, but the results were worth it. Reborn and eminently trendy. I’m going to show it to K tonight.
Diary of a Widower 
Kudos to you!!! I can’t even think about getting intimate with someone else, for fear of them commenting. My late husband thought my body was “perfect” (which it is not) so I’d be crushed if this happened to me. Good for you!!!