On my old knees, I finally got to make love for the first time. But the friend couldn’t bear my little secret

On my old knees, I finally got to make love for the first time. But the friend couldn’t bear my little secret – Lifee.cz

I don’t know how other girls do it, but I’ve had bad luck in relationships. I’m not ugly, fat, or stupid, but I’ve rarely been approached by a man. And if he did, it was usually because he needed something. Borrow money or share your opinion on a gift for a girl. Relationships were out of the question, so sometimes I had no choice but to at least “devour” romance novels.

I believed that one day I would find the prince of my dreams

As a girl, I used to be the bland type and I didn’t even enjoy transforming myself with clothes or make-up. I was a natural, nothing stood out from the crowd. In addition, it was a tradition at home that successful men only marry ordinary girls, because first-class beauties tend to be flighty, and I believed that I was in the right boat.

I enjoyed reading, even though it was there, paradoxically, that I only met beautiful heroines, albeit poor ones. Stories of how a rich man married a poor woman brought tears to my eyes and I hoped for a similar scenario in my life. Or at least that I will not be left, as they say, “on vinegar”.

As a single person, I didn’t have to reveal my secret

My first love was Michal in high school. We met on the tram and immediately became friends. But when he confided in me that he loved someone else and wanted to advise me on what gift he would please her with, I thought I was going to faint. Our friendship lasted, but I came up empty-handed.

In the end, even the girls from the class started to “zone” me, that I’m very ordinary and that I don’t attract anyone with such a “cover”. I was sad. On the other hand, I was happy that I didn’t have to show anyone my dark secret, namely my hard-to-depilate body.

Since I was a teenager, I had thicker hair and its maintenance made me busy every day. Cut legs from razors or variously damaged skin from epilators were nothing out of the ordinary. And since there was no laser, I used to be glad that I could often hide the carelessly shaved areas under my clothes. There my handicap was safe.

A new discovery startled my hairy breasts

Years passed and I remained single. While other girls were almost grandmothers after forty, I didn’t even get to date. With age and a hectic work pace, my appearance also fell behind. It was clear that I had to support myself because no husband would do it for me.

Only then did I meet Libor at work. An amazing man who, although he was fifty, seemed a generation younger. He only went to our business to arrange something, but he left with my phone number. Something attracted us to each other, that’s why after a few meetings something happened that I didn’t know before. To make love at my house.

I was thinking about everything then, from food, drink to cleaning, I just forgot one thing. Thorough epilation. Out of a flurry of thoughts, I shaved my legs and armpits, but I already left out my nipples, where I grow unpleasant hairs. I realized everything only when it was too late. I hoped that Libor would not be a problem from the outside. He didn’t solve it, but…

While he didn’t say anything during sex with the “old maid” and “enjoyed himself”, there was no further meeting. He stopped communicating. Today I know that he was interested in something other than a relationship, but I still wanted to hear the answer from his mouth. And she got it. He told me he couldn’t date a woman with hairy breasts!