Guilty as charged.
Sometimes I approach the reality of my unshaven legs like that of an ostrich with their head in the sand. I think that just because I don't really notice my own leg hair, no one else will. This includes the days I wear mini skirts. I. live. on. the. fucking. edge.
That is of course until I step into the sunlight, look down and instantly become mortified. Luckily not having a boyfriend means the only people this leg hair affects is any new potential boyfriends and let's face it, fuck those jerks.
Anyway, shaving can suck it.