I grew up in central Africa in the 60s when most skilled workers were expats - foreign contract workers from Europe. In those days the American shaving fetish had not gripped the world as it has now and none of those women, married or single, owned a razor.
I thought nothing of hairy legs and would be quite happy if I met someone like that now. Blondes had very sparse hair which was almost invisible on their legs but the black hair was much thicker. Going north, I was always a fan of hairy pussy and thought that the "plucked chicken" look was boring although I never turned one down. A treasure trail up to the belly button was very sexy.