My first title-less post! (Ashamed)

Okay, I'll own up to it. And I can't believe what I'm about to do. Well, I couldn't believe what I was about to do when I was about to do it....... God, I'm more confused myself. I got my chest and legs waxed. Period.
I don't know how people are going to perceive me from now on, but I took it quite well, the pain I mean... in quite a pansy way, though. I again went to my only neighbourhood salon, Cleopatra and asked if they did it for men. They answered in the affirmative, but on enquiring further, they told me they did not have any male practitioners. Surprised, I decided to give it a try anyway.

The change came in me when I went to a party last Saturday night and saw my love interest looking at the shaved/naturally smooth, built bodies dancing around. Okay, I'm overstating the "looking" part, but I only thought to myself, if I don't try it now, I might never find out what hours at the gym has fetched me so far, if anything at all. And since Cleopatra was giving me 5 sessions for the payment of 3, my not-so-good business mind stopped working then and there.

The session began with my chest. And so did my 'ooh's and 'aaahh's. I knew it would be painful, but never thought the definition of "painful" would have to be so vast, not to forget, the burning sensation after each pull. "Ladko ko kya problem hai, ladkiya to aaraam se karwa leti hain",(What is it with Men, Women take it so easily) , They ended soon only to tell me the person who does the lower body was unavailable, which meant I had to come back again the next day and go through the gruelling session yet another time.

Day 2: With rashes all over my chest, I went to get a few more of them, this time on my legs. My Economics teacher from School(we called him 'Chattu', for his surname was Chatterji and we hated him, Happy Teachers' Day, Sir!) while explaining the definition of 'Utility' once asked us why we had to pay the barber for giving him our own hair strands. Similar was the case with me, just that I was exchanging hair strands for bumps all over my skin; very generous, yours lovingly, Cleopatra!!

The lower areas were more painful than the thigh portion, and this time, maybe due to a different practitioner, it wasn't that painful. And soon I figured, if done correctly, waxing isn't that bad an experience. And the fact that I had to come back again, to use up the 4 remaining sessions ofcourse, I was satisfied, my future with Cleopatra won't be so bleak. Now, 24 hours after waxing my legs, the rashes have subsided over the chest, my legs are still burning, I smell more of Lacto-calamine, moving naked around the house and every time my love interest calls for meeting up, I give some dumb excuse to not risk being seen this way.

So much for true love!