And I was cool with that.
But I'm like nooooo, and I turn them off again. I'm not lying about this either. It was like a freakin' sitcom up in there with him turning the light on and me turning it off. Too funny. Eventually I concede and tell him that I will get a candle to create a little ambience. I scurry around the apartment looking for one teenie tiny tea light candle to ensure the smallest bit of illumination in my room. I was on a mission. But shyt, I couldn't find them! So I got Shallow Hal standing there with a hard dyck waiting for me to find this 10 cents candle and I'm opening cabinets and drawers like a damn maniac. Yeah I was tripping hard. I think the waxing took my hair and some of my sense along with it too. Eventually Shallow Hal says, "Um, I can't stand here much longer like this love", and I didn't want miss out either, so I just sucked it up and got the big candle and lit it. Damn.
So it's been a few days and I am proud to say that I can look at myself now. The fever has broken. It's gonna take forever for that hair to grow back though, so I might as well get used to looking like six year old for a while. :( I guess I can appreciate the Brazillian wax a little better now, because I like the way the 'other areas' look and feel, but next time I will just leave a lil patch or something there. No way will I ever, ever get a completely bald vajayjay though. It just looks alien to me. And if any dude wants me to be completely bald in the future, his azz better be ready to wax some of his shyt off too. Back. Legs. Chest. Something! So he will know how that shyt feels before screaming out a selfish 'preference' for a hairless coochie. You better think twice about asking me that son.
Woo chile. Next time I will proceed with caution if I get a Brazillian wax again. I took things a little too far. Like always, but lesson learned.