Waxing Forearms.....That's Hot!
you're one of us now. that's fatal. no coming back.
i digress just a little. here's reason why i love ny: i was walking down 2nd avenue and in front of theatre for the new city (or at least what used to be tftnc -- i'm not sure it's still there) was an very attractive young women with her boyfriend in the midst of changing from pants to a skirt or vice versa. i passed exactly at the moment she was standing in the rather frigid air in only her underwear. as i walked by i said: that's not an opportunity you don't get every day. and her (cute) b/f said: you sure don't! i really can't imagine that happening in London; in Paris she would have been totally naked and freshening her make-up. i do love it here still sometimes.
sorry: that should be: that's an opportunity you don't get every day. the memory still gives a little diverting frisson apparently.
So what's your exit strategy?
You've gone posh....or middle class.
Actually, one has always been both.
of course modom - should I decant the beer into jug or shall we carry on wit' cans?
I didn't have to go to NYC to get hard, baby.
Garrison Keillor said it.
(of course, he may have been quoting someone else...)
When in doubt...
LaD, Maccers, ET, SAC, M'Deur, and Ali...thank you for rubbing that NY Vibe all over me. Can't do without you all. Here's one who has visited probably (and literally) myriad times (having lived in DC 23 years) and wishes he could live there (despite all the freaks who profess otherwise), but can only get his nose "rubbed into it" by reading your sites.
Thank you. Now, where's my gin martini? Aaah, here. Cheers.
I trim the hair on my forearms short with a bikini trimmer.
I don't live in NY, but you're welcome. Are you going somewhere?
Also, unless you are a Sasquatch, forearm waxing seems a waste of time, but I am not learned in these things.
Alex, I am in fact located in a vat in a bunker deep under the Appalachians, floating in a pool of nourishing biogenic gel, with platinum-plated cranial shunts connecting my brain to a bank of Cray supercomputers running Autodyn and the array of weather control satellites that have given everyone all this shitty weather.
But I do venture into New York from time to time, using tiny mechanical cockroaches to carry my consciousness.
M'Deur and SAC--my bad. Although I was under the impression that SAC is a transplanted NY-er. Feck. I have to stop drinking.
SAC, I am going nowhere. That's the problem.
Don't fret. maccers. It is now safe to return to the U.K.
NEW YORK SLAMMED IN "SO MUCH TO ANSWER FOR" SHOCKER
Mancs breathe collective sigh of relief
When you wax your forearms it goes through a weird growing-back period that is almost unbearable. The skin on your arms will resemble a youngish boy's scrotum. That said, the pain isn't bad, and if you are bored of hearing yourself think "Oh dear, are my arms are too hairy?" you might enjoy switching to "Oh dear, do my arms look like Harry Potter's nutsack?"
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