When I met my first wife, she didn't either. Smoking hot, but hair (not a lot) on her incredible legs.
For my birthday she got me a gift and then told me she was also going to shave her legs. When we got my gift she picked up an "epilady". The thing that uses a spring to pull hair out by it's roots. It's supposed to strip all hair off of you in seconds.
So I helped prepare the thing and explained it to her. She was getting ready to use it when I went to throw some garbage out. I heard a scream and ran back into the room.
She had caught her really, really long curley black hair in the epilady along with the hair just above and below her bent knee on her leg. She was screaming "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" or at least that's what I think it translated as.
I got some scissors and cut her hair by her legs. The epilady didn't even make it to the garbage in one piece.
I had to leave the room to laugh...I knew I was dead if I so much as cracked a smile...