Two or three weeks into dating, we lay on a blanket at the Town Beach in the evening.
Asking questions, just enjoying getting to know each other. I must have stroked your leg at one point, because you asked, "Does it bother you that I don't shave my legs?"
I hadn't noticed that you didn't. The question was so out of place with how I felt: you were so attractive, intelligent and fun I was still getting used to the fact that you wanted to be with me.
Your concern about the fact that your unshaven legs somehow made you less desirable was laughable. Your saying that made me start to fall in love with you.
