ouch.

My wax girl really knows me a hell of a lot better than my gynecologist does, because she spends more time down there and possibly examines things more closely than my gyno ever did. That is okay, since I come out shiny smooth and sparkling clean when she's done. Worth the agony.

So today we're talking about movies while she's systematically ridding me of any offending hair, and I told her to go see Brokeback, if guys kissing didn't bother her. She rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, please. That does not bother me in the least. My friend and I used to watch that show Queer as Folk, you know the one?"

Very calmly, I say, "Yes. I know the one."

So then she says, "Yeah, my friend and I were always like, WHY IS THIS SO HOT. So I figure I won't have a problem with Jake and Heath."

As juteux pointed out, it was sort of odd to have her fingers in my girl parts while discussing the hotness of boy parts.

Still waiting, B. Supper must have been good.