A couple of weeks back, I bought some new three-in-one liquid soap (shampoo, conditioner, body-wash) as my new shampoo. One day, I saw my wife’s loofa hanging on the little make-a-bath-into-a-shower-knobby and had unholy thoughts. I looked around to make sure Andrea had not entered the bathroom and decided to give the blue scrubby thing a whirl. What could it hurt? Just one little spin wouldn’t hurt anyone.

That evening, my wife stopped me. “Mark, did you use my loofa this morning?”

Nervously, I looked around.

“Uh…”

Her eyes widened.

“Oh my goodness! You’re a loofa lover!”

Now, I’ll have you know that I’ve made fun of Andrea for using a loofa. It seems like something completely unneeded and not all that helpful. Well, I have to take it all back now. I thoroughly enjoyed using a loofa. I’m sure that makes me less of a man and some sort of metrosexual weirdo with no hope of raising proper children, but I’m not sure I care all that much. It’s about 100 times easier to wash your whole body with a loofa than with your hands or even a wash rag and ends up using very little soap. I think my shower times have been cut in half. On top of that, my wife likes the way I smell because, I believe, the loofa is actually more effective.

Ah… a weight lifted… a secret unhidden

I have no desire to convert the world, but I’m definitely converted. To those of you that can’t look at me the same way now–don’t knock it till you try it.