I did the rush around town today – Heidelberg to Richmond to Broadmeadows.
Hell, anybody who does that driving regularly would need extensive therapy (anger management).
But it was a regular visit to the little Vietnamese fellow who doles out my happy pills.
I have been seeing him for over 3 years now, and we had a good rapport till recently. Let me just say that he was very taken aback by recent turns of events. Probably because I had given him no warning about them (shit, man, I could not even admit things to myself).
He is coming around, and I am coming around to him, again. It takes trust.
He recently gave me a few days off, as things were getting a bit much. He asked me what I did during the days off.
I said “ummm, I dunno, not much. Got a bikini wax….”
He blushed bright red and giggled like a little schoolboy. FFS.
I idly wondered what would happen if I had, for argument’s sake, said that I had a BRAZILIAN bikini wax. Just theoretically.
I think his head might have exploded.
That would be a good sketch for a show like Ally McBeal or Offspring or Sex and the City.
P.S. I ran 6.4km yesterday. Need to find my long-run pace again.
well done on the 6.4k that’s 4 miles in the old. A bikini wax is worth a snigger? how old is he?
Oh FFS go get vajazzled (http://www.vajazzling.com/) just so you can tell him. Then off to show him. Go on, dare ya.
The C String?! OMG! 😉
I meant offer to show it to him!