The Loofah

loofahA few years ago I was dating a woman who used a loofah when showering. We were dating long-distance, and the first time I visited her, I showered without using her loofah. I looked at it like a toothbrush for  your body–it’s not the type of thing you share.

But the next time I visited, on a whim I tried out the loofah. It was amazing.

So I’ve used a loofah every since. (This is on my mind today because my current loofah has gotten stretched out to the point where there’s a very good chance that I’ll get caught in the net and not make it out of the shower.)

Flash back to a few years after college when I shared an apartment with my friends Mike and Trev. We had lived there for a few years, and a friend named Rick lived there for a few years before Trev did.

The day finally came when we all moved out of the apartment. It was a bittersweet day, and as we stood in the empty apartment, we each did one more walk-through to see if we were missing anything.

Trev came out of the bathroom holding something in his hand. “Hey guys,” he said. “I’ve always wondered–which one of you own this loofah?”

I shook my head. “Not me.”

Mike crossed his arms. “Hell no.”

Trev laughed. “Well, it’s not mine either.”

For years we had been living with a loofah in our midst, each of us thinking that it was being used by one of the other two (we only had one bathroom). In fact, the loofah had been there even before Trev moved in–it had probably been in the bathroom for 5+ years.

That is the loofah I use to this day.

(Just kidding. We threw it out immediately.)

Is there a loofah in your life?

2 thoughts on “The Loofah”

    • That’s awesome, Dylan! I always try to pick out the manliest loofah color at the grocery store, and there aren’t many options. 🙂 That Axe shower tool is interesting looking, although a basic loofah seems less complicated.


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