I’ve been using a loofah (or puff, as I prefer to call it) for quite a long time. I think my mom must have bought one when I was just starting high school, and I took to it like a duck in water! I love how they foam up with soap, and you don’t have to mess with a slippery bar of soap — just buy some body wash and squeeze some onto the puff and voila! Insta-sudsy magic. Every 4 months or so I buy a new one, even though I’ve heard that you can wash them in the washer, but they fall apart so easily I don’t feel like spending time tying back together a mesh into a ball! Right now I have a very big sized pink one, one of the more expensive puffs that I’ve ever purchased. I got it at The Body Shop because I needed one in a pinch and all they had was $5 ones. I’ve had it since December, but I only started using it when I got here, since I had one at my parent’s house and one at my apartment already (I even have a baby sized purple one in my travel kit).

So why all the background history to a rather insignificant item? Well, loofah/puffs are generally girl territory, along with frilly clothes and large shoe collections. Some girls live without them but the majority of girls are fond of them. Mention loofah to a guy and he’ll scoff and say that he doesn’t need something “poofy” to cleanse himself with and a washcloth or bar of soap will do the job just fine.

My fiance, a self-named “manly man”, is one of those guys. He refused to use the puff, saying that he was doing just fine all of his life without it, and why should he change now. I didn’t really push the issue, in fact, I had put it out of my mind completely. Until yesterday.

I took my morning shower as usual, 3 hours after Mike had taken his. I picked up my puff to pour my yummy Vanilla Brown Sugar body wash on it, and something unexpected hit my nose. The scent of Mike’s Mountain Surge body wash. Amused, I entertained the thought in my head of my “manly man” using a bright pink loofah in his early morning shower, but quickly forgot about it after I got out of the shower. Then this morning, I spotted 3 Mike hairs in my puff. After I picked myself up from the shower floor laughing, I came out here to write this blog. Now I can’t prove anything, and there is just as much of a possibility that it was a completely coincidence (or those hairs were actually cat or dog hairs, in which case I’ll be thoroughly disgusted that I used it to scrub myself), but I thought it was amusing anyways.

So, sorry honey if I let out your big secret, but all of two people read this blog anyways. I just find it amusing that there may be men out there that secretly use their significant other’s loofahs in the shower. If Mike finds his own puff in his Christmas stocking this year, he shouldn’t be too surprised, even if it’s just for the laugh.

(And after reading this blog, he might think apt to only put coal in mine!)

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