The Curse of the Brazillian

I am getting a Brazillian wax after work today. This is quite alarming for two reasons.

1) It hurts
2) I have not gotten one in quite awhile and so will have to readjust to the embarrassment of having the small yet surprisingly strong Asian woman look at my crotch.
3) I will have to think of an answer to the inevitable question "Where are you going on vacation?" (They persist in believing that girls have innocent, once-a-month, tropical get-aways planned as opposed to boyfriends to impress).

Also, when I prepare for a meeting with a man in even the most basic of ways, I get incredibly pissy when things do not go my way. It’s the "I shaved my legs for this?!" syndrome. One can only imagine how much higher expectations get when hot wax and strange acrobatics are involved.