A surefire sign that a man loves you (or is really, really into you): HAIR REMOVAL.
Back.
Balls.
Nose.
Toes.
In 25 years, I have loved two men. They, in turn, loved me very much. Both were more than willing to remove unwanted fuzz. I asked. They acquiesced. Very simple.
Think about it: we women shave, wax, thread, pluck, dye and perm every inch of our bodies. Every hair follicle has been “treated” in one way or another. Is it fair that he likes you with a Brazilian while his bits are hidden in a forest?
Dare him to go bare—see what you’re left with.
I am a Southerner in the City, an aging debutante, a small town girl cursed with big city aspirations. My grandfather says that I’m at the cusp of feminine failure—I’m as old as a bottle of prime Tennessee whiskey (aged 25 years) and still single. I need to “get on home” and find a nice Southern boy—a doctor, maybe an insurance salesman. At this, I dig in my heels and set out to date every inappropriate man in Manhattan…
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