Week 12 – Wax on, wax off

I am the missing link.  I am a man-ape.  A grizzly mother fucker.  A lumberjack wannabe.  A fur coat walking.  Manbearpig.  Fuzzy-wuzzy.  Human Velcro pad.  (insert other name for a hairy male here).

Now, I am not the hairiest person in the world.  But I do have more body hair than most of my friends, and it is dark and course, so very noticeable.  A very attractive quality to talk about, right ladies?  Women pine for a chest covered in dark matter and a back that scratches you when you are trying to give your man a back rub…right?

Well, my fiance seems to be an odd person out in that regard.  She seems to think that it would be funny to wax off some of my body hair, a la 40 Year Old Virgin.  And to be honest…that did sound kinda hilarious.  Painful, but hilarious.  And I mean, this is a triple win for me.  I get to make an ass of myself (which I love doing); my fiance gets to cause me physical pain which makes her happy (just kidding…I think); and I get to be slightly more attractive, if only for a day or few.

Warning…sort of…the following pictures are (obviously) of me topless (though I am a dude, so no big deal).  But me being the self conscious person I am, I figure I should let you know that they are of some of my more unattractive qualities.  You are so warned.

  • Back pre-waxing.

  • The first strip of hair gone.

  • Back post-waxing

  • Chest beforehand

  • Chest after the one strip

  • Don’t I look oh so happy?

In retrospect, the back didn’t hurt that much.  The chest on the other hand…Becky described the noise that came from my throat as a child’s yelp.  I can’t disagree with that.

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