Shave Your Legs

Seriously. It's summer. Just shave them. Unless you're politically against that kind of thing, in which case, hope you're blonde and fine haired. Alternatively, hope you find an organic loving Portlander or something.

Wearing pants in January and staying in is a great excuse to leave furry gams alone. However, if wearing shorts in June and spending time with friends, chances are someone is going to touch your legs. When the cute Buddy Holly look alike has had two glasses of wine in the hotel room and touches your legs, you probably don't want the "cactus" feel. It kind of kills the mood.

When sitting on the bus next to the potential love of your life, and he looks down to see black hairs sticking out of your knees, he'll get off at the next stop (and not in a good way).

Unless he's weird. In which case, Treffen Sie die Wahl.

Bridget