Manscaped

Following on from my introductory post yesterday (which we can rename Courage When Danger Is Unknown), I’ve decided to — gulp — share more of the events of That Day.

I was unmanned.

Not in the sense that there was a rogue snip with shears in the operating room. But in the sense that they decided to shave me completely!

And my procedure wasn’t on my genitals! The cheek!

Ohh, it was all fun and quips when they were getting me ready before they put me under. They followed a very strict script: laying me down, setting up this and that, and telling me everything that would happen. EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE THEY WOULD SHAVE ME BACK TO MY PALE WHITE SKIN. Somehow, in their “procedure”, they missed the part where they broke out blades and hacked away (very neatly, admittedly) at my nether regions.

Shouldn’t there be some warning? “Don’t josh with the operating room staff as they will soon be touching your dick” is an example of a warning that I missed.

Humph.

And it’s *super* scratchy already. Humph, humph!

Is this where I just wax the whole area so I never have to deal with it growing back?