Tara: “When you lose all this weight, will you get your back waxed?”
I didn’t know what to say. First off, I wasn’t aware that back hair was really a problem I had. Secondly, will I become one of the shirtless?
I’m not going to blab on about back hair. For one thing, it doesn’t bother me. I can’t see it. In fact I just have to take Tara’s word for it that I even have it. Did I always have it? I’m sure its like my uncontrollable nose hair and the weird hair that has sprouted from my ears. Getting old is weird shit. Does David Beckham have to get his back waxed? We are the same age. Victoria must have to remind Becks, “Davy, my perfectly manicured nails keep getting caught on your back hair! Take care of it.” Now to the shirtless.
The shirtless are a breed of man who never has their shirt on. The shirtless worship at the alter of Iggy Pop. I’ve never seen that man wear a shirt, not matter his age. Will I join the shirtless? The shirtless usually have ink too. That’s a different topic. What motivates the shirtless? Staying cool in the heat? Vanity? A weird insecurity? (Don’t ask me a skill testing question. Just stare at my abs) That’s unfair I guess. If I had abs maybe I would join the shirtless. After a back wax of course.
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