As an aside, but slightly related, I decided to go for my first ever back wax on Friday. Normally I try and shave it with the guardless part of the Phillips thing, but because I'm not a contortionist it's tricky, and becomes stubbly within a day - if ever completely smooth at all. Now this wasn't a pleasant experience, but it certainly wasn't horrific. I'd do it again, and might be the way forward, especially with my 3 week NZ trip approaching, it's one less thing to worry about.
Unfortunately I decided that at the same time I'd get my chest done.
Holy. Mother. Of. Crap. It was bad. There were a couple of goes when on the centre line of my stomach that I thought she'd actually ripped out vital organs. I'm pretty sure some of the roots of my chest hair are actually joined to my spine, and when they were ripped out it was like a finishing move from Mortal Kombat.
The worst part is that even after suffering through the misery, I don't even have a smooth, rippling torso a la Daniel Craig. I have an uninteresting, cyclist physique torso that's pretty peckless at the top and with a three and a half pack at the bottom, severe bruising, and a large covering of red blotches.
My girlfriend is so lucky.