I had this conversation the other day and shared this example about experiencing The Ick, I thought I’d share it today.

I met this man once. I think there was an element in it for me where I was maybe meeting him for the wrong reasons. He seemed nice enough, part of a couple where the intention was that the three of us might play together at some point. But there were scheduling conflicts and in the end he and I had the better availability so we ended up meeting just the two of us.

And it started okay. He had an easy smile, a friendly nature. We had things in common which meant conversation wasn’t a chore and he had had some interesting experiences living and working in other countries. We spent a lot of time talking, getting to know each other in person but eventually we ended up in his hotel room.

And there’s not a lot to say about experiences where neither anything really great or anything really bad happened. But I bring up this experience for one specific reason. We’d obviously spent plenty of time together when we were both clothed. And so when some of those clothes were removed there were surprises. And some of those surprises happened at inopportune times.

One such surprise is that he and I were kissing and he’d taken his shirt off to show off a fairly hairy chest, no problems there. It was only when I went to run my hand up his arm that the surprise happened … the hair was so thick on his arms that my hands actually got stuck in the hair. And the same happened when I entangled my hand and wrapped my hands around his back – only for my hand to similarly get stuck in a patch of what I can only describe as fur on his lower back. The feeling of experiencing The Ick during sex is a powerful thing.

Fast forward and I’m having sex with someone else. And he takes his shirt off, hairiest chest I’ve ever seen. And when I touch his chest I also get this feeling like my hand might actually be swallowed by the amount of hair there …and the thing is, I didn’t much mind.

And that’s what I brought up in the conversation I had with someone the other day. I truly believed that excess body hair was a thing that turned me off entirely and completely. For ages after it happened, I kept reliving the experience of my hand getting stuck in the arm hair of the first man and cringing. But when it happened with the second man I realised the difference. I wasn’t into the first man. I feel like if you’re really into someone, like properly into them, I’m not sure if it is possible to get The Ick.

What do you think?