shaved (duh?)

first night in tagbilaran, sharing a bottle of wine with my affable host and his dentist friend, three of us lounging around at the sala. small talk, blah blah. it was actually a continuation of the dinner conversation from a place called odysseus, a german-owned restaurant which serves verrrryy spicy bratwurst. anyway, dinner conversation centered basically around my little trip and what touristy places and some nooks and crannies i could possibly explore in bohol and how to get around on public transpo without looking like a lost, over-aged girl scout, with an oversized camera bag in tow.

anway, so back at the home base, drinking wine, candles lit, music is up and somebody says something -- or may have indirectly ask me (it's a blur now) -- if if i shave my privates.

huh?

it's more of a slight jolt of shock, but a tad amusing, because he threw the question at me so off-handedly and matter-of-factly as if he was asking such a mundane question as whether i wash my hair everyday. and considering i have only met this dentist person -- er- 43 minutes ago. and he goes on to say that, well, one of their female friends has been so candid about it that she once volunteered the information, complaining about the difficulties of maintaining 'em, well, trimmed. so i say, "well, maybe she was referring to her legs."

"No!" my two companions countered in unison.

Okay. next topic please.