As any woman with an online presence will know, there are times when you receive messages from men who have clearly handed over editorial control to their gonads.
Such communications vary in quality, from the obvious, but forthright "I really want to fuck you" to the more eloquent, poetical efforts of the horny intellectual, but the sentiment remains the same.
Which is all well and good. Much as I do in the rest of life I ignore the stuff that bores me and engage with the bits that pique my interest. So that's how I found myself bursting the erotic bubble of someone I have known for a very long time last night, as they allowed their gonads to urge them to speculate upon my ladyparts.
As seduction scenarios go it was off to a poor start. They began by telling me about their afternoon spent with their spouse, shaving each other's pubic areas. The both like to be smooth, apparently. This was information that didn't interest me so I failed to respond.
Undeterred, my correspondent's gonads spurred him on to try to elicit a response by asking me if I would like to rub moisturiser into his newly shaven bits.
Normally I would give an honest response like "about as much as I want to massage lard into a freshly plucked chicken" but I couldn't be arsed to type it all out.
Remarkably this lack of enthusiasm on my part still didn't douse the flames of passion. My continued silence was, presumably, only because he hadn't asked the right question yet.
"What do you do to keep smooth?" he typed.
How presumptuous. Fair play though, he had finally engaged me in the conversation.
"I don't. Shaving sucks."
This was not the sexy comeback he had hoped for, involving being waxed by nymphs and oiled by acolytes.
"But I thought you kept yourself smooth!" he bleated (if one can be said to bleat in text and I think this qualifies).
I was obscurely offended by this. I have never felt it necessary to display a label stating "contents may differ from your imagination" as it seems somewhat obvious. And what on earth does he mean by "smooth"? I disliked the implication that I was lacking in the tactile department. There is a very good reason why people like to pet warm, furry things. It feels nice.
I may not be bald as a Barbie beneath my gusset but I'm not rough as a badger's arse either. You can happily brush against my groin without snagging your clothing, laddering your tights or drawing blood. It is a soft, velvety haven a thousand times more pleasing to the senses than the bumpy, stubbly awfulness that ensues if I am foolish enough to shave. Besides, I am a very busy woman. Who has time to faff about maintaining a "smooth" surface on their pudenda? Surely it's only an option if you have a lot of time on your hands and the kind of peachy, downy blonde fuzz that doesn't grow back as the kind of coarse, scratchy, dark stubble that brunettes like me can use to scour roasting tins? How is the latter a sexier option than a glossy, luxuriant, gorgeous-smelling ladygarden that you can picnic in?
I explained all of this, in quite a lot of detail. I believe you should never waste an opportunity to educate and inform.
"Have you tried waxing?"
It is not possible to kick someone in their freshly shaved bollocks over the internet and this is a technological breakthrough I await with some eagerness. It is, however, possible to just switch off someone's access to you in chat and take the piss out of them on your blog so all is not lost.
Tell me, I am curious, what is the pubic fashion these days? I am very much hoping that it is following the hipster trend for massive beards and women everywhere can enjoy the same benefits of a razor-free existence.