And we're puttin' it on wax / It's the new style...

My hilarious friend told me a hilarious story about going for her first bikini wax.  It was for Valentine's Day, and she'd been dumped on two previous VDs, so she wanted to make sure her new boyfriend knew how much he meant to her.  (Obviously, this is not my story!  I have yet to meet a guy who's worth scalping my bunny for.  And it's not like I'm some freakishly hairy Polack.  Kidding!  Love you!)  The next part gets gross; if you're a male, you probably want to stop reading now.

My friend (NOT ME) is sitting at work and realizes she just got her period.  But she's in an important meeting that she cannot leave.  She has to sit there for two hours, leaking.  Luckily, she had a sweater to tie around her waist to hide her pants.  She leaves work to go get waxed.  She's super mortified/nervous because not only does she have to get naked for a stranger, but she had to take her tampon out because she didn't want the waxer to know she had her period. 

So she starts sweating.  Down there.  Profusely.  She's so sweaty that the waxer tries to use powder, but it's no match for her oh my god am I getting my period all over the table as my legs are splayed out infront of this total stranger who is applying hot wax to my vagina perspiration.  The wax won't stick!  Waxer has to keep reapplying, but to no avail.  The whole thing took like three hours (not really), and then her boyfriend hurt himself surfing, so he didn't even get to appreciate her well-coiffed crotch.  But she didn't get dumped.  That's something?