Torture Device!!

Now, not that this is anything to shout about but I thought it interesting enough to write so you'll just have to like it or lump it!

My mother, bless her, is part Troll. I am utterly convinced. If it weren't for the invention of razor blades and depilatory creams she could be mistaken for a very short Wookie!

Sadly, I seem to have inherited this gene from her. Poor Keith - its coming to something when your girlfriend is hairier than you!

So anyhow, last night Karen and I were talking about the pros and cons of a variety of hair removal methods (it turns out that the troll / wookie gene is actually quite prevalent).

Karen announced that she uses an epilator.

What??

One of those torture devices designed to rip your hairs out from the roots in the absence of wax?

Yep - one of those!

So anyhow, this morning, given that its been a few days since Mr Razor spoke to my legs, she decided to let me give it a try...

Oh Dear God! OUCH!!

Well - it was "ouch" for the first few passes then it turned into "hmmm actually this isn't so bad" then bizarrely it turned into "actually I quite like this really". So i did both my legs up to mid-thigh.

I am now worried. Is it normal or slightly kinky to like the feeling of having your leg hair ripped out?

I've not yet braved the bikini line - figured I should wait til I have my own torture device before doing that. And as for armpits (Karen says she does hers with it!!!) bugger that!!! Not quite there on the bravery front yet!

Anyhow - this is a not particularly subtle hint that I would quite like an epilator... what with valentines / birthday / Xmas coming up over the next year!

*grin*