In an email exchange with my pal Sylvia, I told her that it looked like the planets were aligning, and I would be able to attend Saturday's meeting. Now I hear rumors that Venus has been thrown out of its orbit. Without Venus, no planetary alignment matters much to this girl.
I have heard the scolds of twin Zen mistresses of epilation, Melissa and Ms. Shandy, and I have taken heed. As long as the possibility of bare stems on Saturday exists, I will wait to begin epilating. I did do a small test patch on my thigh. It was not nearly as unpleasant as I had feared, or as noisy. It sounds a lot like an electric hedge trimmer, and that's essentially what it is in my case. It did leave the area red and irritated for a couple days, so I am well-warned. It will be the blade if the meeting is in my future.
Back to Venus... For the longest time, I believed that my schedule, or rather, my wife's schedule, stood in the way of my support group meeting. Then, earlier this week, it sounded like she would be taking the kids to Louisville for the day. Jackpot! Now, I'm hearing other plans, and I'm having trouble getting a straight answer from her. She asked me to assign a numerical value to my need to go to my meeting. I said seven. Don't want to sound desperate, even if I am.
What it all comes down to, and I told her this, is that I have a long list of things I need to do in order to attend the meeting in the manner to which I am accustomed. Leg shaving, wig combing, brow tweezing, car packing, arm hair bleaching, outfit choosing, accessory considering, time's-a-wasting. If I'm not destined to go, I'd just as soon not go through all of this. Yes, it's worth it, but only with the proper payoff.
Sylvia added another layer to my dilemma tonight. She wrote that a pre-meeting shopping trip is being planned by my posse, and I am invited. This might well be an en femme adventure as well, only my second. Oh, I want to go. I really want to go.
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Time to go to amber alert, siren sounding, lights flashing!
ReplyDeleteShe must know that these things are VERY important to you and will affect your mood long after for better or for worse. She could be shooting herself in the foot by playing with you like this.
Caroline xxx
I would say change the 1-10 score from 7 to 9, and start thinking of "desparate" as resolute and deserving.
ReplyDeleteTruly. Now go shopping and have a nice meeting, and do not worry if your look is not perfect either. It is time.
xoxo
Saturday night should be great! I really hope you can make it. I would unabashedly tell anyone my need to get out and be among friends is at least at a 10. LOL!
ReplyDeleteBut then, I am often infinitely desperate, in an infinite number of ways, and infinitely shameless about chasing my dreams by the most impractical, dramatic, over the top means at my disposal. LOL!
Er, anyway, that said, I will be there. I had not heard about the shopping yet, but I do know Tina and I both expect to be in town sometime Saturday morning. It will be nice seeing you if you make it.
Oh, also, on the epilating. "It was not nearly as unpleasant as I had feared..." That is totally unfair. I cant even imagine starting on the thigh. I started down at my ankles with tentative little runs, and it took me an hour to finish my lower legs. I think I was crying part of the time, and had my teeth gritted through the whole thing. Your leg hair must not be nearly as naturally thick as mine was pre-estrogen if it didn't hurt to badly. Thats great though! =)
If you didn't think it was all that bad, you must have tried a patch of hair on the front of your thigh. Try a patch on the back of your thigh, up close to your derrière. A more exquisitely painful torture, couldn't have been conceived by Torquemada himself!
ReplyDeleteLeslie I do hope you do everything it takes, to go and have a good time Saturday night. You need these outings. I agreed with Petra, that you should up the priority, and assume a more positive and assertive attitude about this. I hope next week, we can read all about it!
Melissa XX