I’ve done some incredibly dopey-arsed things in my life.
One of the most ridiculous was in Bali four years ago on my first ever ‘leave the kids and hubby at home’ girls trip.
I had been looking for a present for the hubby for days to no avail. Sure, I’d found a “your wife is awesome” shirt, a Bintang singlet and a wooden penis bottle opener, but that doesn’t really say ‘thanks for telling me to go on holidays, love your work, you’re a great dad/lover/husband blah blah blah…’
Then it hit me!
I would get him the gift of a smooth, hair-free vagina. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was a hairy-goonie-goo-goo or anything, but I’d never been completely hair free.
‘Oooooh,….Now there’s something he won’t be expecting’ I thought happily to myself. Sure, he’ll expect some loving upon my return, but not from a sexy mumma who had replaced her badger with a sphinx.
So off my friend and I trotted in sunny Sanur to find a place to make my vag look…um, sphinxy? The first day-spa was booked out, the second two didn’t do waxing down there (I know, WTF right!) and the fourth one had curtains separating the massage tables and tentatively agreed to do it.
Looking back, I probably should have taken that as a sign that I definitely should leave my curls on my girl.