TMI - You’ve been warned
It’s that time of the month again, no, not that time of the month, the other time of the month. The time when I walk into that tiny room, slip off my bottoms, hop up on a table, place a wash cloth over my girly bits and wait, impatiently for the chick to enter and it begin.
Here’s what I don’t get.
I know that in less than 2 hours and 20 minutes I will be spreading my thighs open for a stranger, who will then be putting hot wax on said girly bits and, well you know the rest. It’s not the most fantastic feeling in the world. It hurts. Bottom line, no lies, it hurts. Now the pain goes away pretty quickly and you’re fine. What ever.
But, *bites lip nervously* there is something about all this that I kind of, sort of seem to enjoy. Like. Enjoy. Maybe look forward too. And it’s not how pretty my little kitty looks afterward, although she’s adorable.