My response for this poll:
Before I enter my shower I usually take a few fingers and splash them into the stream of water that comes down from the shower head. If it's too cold I turn the chrome leaver a few strokes to the left; if it's too warm I turn the chrome leaver to the cold right, as a force of habit. Once the water reaches my desired temperature, I immediately jump in (full frontal nude, of course) and see how my body reacts. 95.9% of the time, the water is still too darn hot (damn you finger test) and I have to turn so my backside feels the scorching hot water. I usually endure a few seconds the painfully striking hot water on the skin of my back, allowing it to eventually stream off to my feet and then its demise at the silver drain.
After that endeavor and, of course, the downturn of water temperature, I will proceed to shampoo my hair. My hair is extremely important to what I believe creates my outer exposure, therefore is a serious process that comes with no humor. First, I take my browishly-translucent shampoo bottle, turn it upside, and squeeze until a few droplets come into my welcoming hands. I take half of those droplets and transfer them to my opposite, unused hand. This hand then strokes and caresses my supple hair follicles. Back to the other hand - it's scrubbing the other droplets to the societal-grossing armpit hairs. Quick, back to the other hand - It's still stroking and, my oh my, it's creating an amazing amount of suds. Some of the suds roll off of my head and reach the bottom of the shower floor, the others do as I wish and remain atop my head. I take those suds and scrub the rest of my body - hand to toe. Then, behold the amazing glory of having all the suds and grimy remains washed away from your body, as if you are some sort of heavenly figure being treated to the fineness of gods.
While I prepare for the conclusion of this amazing event, I consider my current mood and reaction to chocolate/nuts (and the nasty pimples that come by with those sweets) that I might have digested a few nights ago in pure gluttony (and a precursory to what may be an eventually lonely and boring life of mine filled with nothing but Hersey sweets). If I so decide, I might use anything from a loofa, sponge, scrubber, to a darn side of a brick to remove the dirt from transactions in days past. I then finish my glorious time with a quick, girlie jump out of the shower to the carpeted "welcome" mat that I have laying a few inches away from the start of the shower tub. If the temperature difference between by body and the now waterless atmosphere is too cold, I may let out a weird whistling noise to distract myself from my possible hypothermia. I locate the body towel that always hangs aloft my towel rack. I pull it down quickly and scrub away at the water on my body until it is most rid of. I use that same body towel to take away the stray droplets that may have formed on my hair as I was drying the rest of my body. Then, I retrieve the face towel that sits next to the body towel. I walk out of my bathroom with it, start rubbing furiously away at my hair until it becomes stiffly dry. Afterwards, I locate my brush and stylize my hair into my regular, and regrettably boring (but what I must admit as being quite devilish, in a hansom way), hairstyle. Throw my face towel onto the lounge chair that holds my unfolded and used clothing items from days past and set the brush along the wood countertops that have fake, yet fooling glossy stickers that have a design of granite printed on them. I then say 'fin' to that day's shower and wait until tomorrow's regretting schedule of shower taking.
So, where's the option choice for all that?
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