Girly things

Mr Fiji, being Fijian and all, is very much a God botherer. Not to stereotype Fijians of course, but it seems to be the norm to be involved with religion, and give the church largeish chunks of money. So he goes to church on Sundays, leaving me to my own devices for half the day. Sometimes this is a good thing, as I can lounge around the house and do girly things at will.

There are some girly things I firmly believe should stay secret from men, such as the way we maintain ourselves to stay beautiful and desirable to them. Especially hair removal. If any man ever encountered me waxing my legs or bikini line, they would most likely run screaming and scarred for life, from the sight of the swearing, grunting, she-gryphon whose legs were red and inflamed, and whose nether-regions were partially stuck together with wax that wasnt removed quickly enough.

Also the sight of me with bleach applied to my moustache would possibly discourage him from kissing me anytime in the near future. (Hey, I'm nearly 30. Im allowed to have a moustache. I just dont think anyone should ever have to encounter it!).

A slight problem occurs, of course, when he comes back from his worshipping/money donating early. Like today. To find me surrounded by used wax strips, with blotchy, sticky, half hairy half smooth legs, complete with occasional spots of blood where I pulled too hard, and an upper lip covered with peroxide. Possibly not the most attractive sight, although he would never dare say so, bless him. Funnily enough he did beat a fairly hasty retreat into the kitchen when I tried to give him a kiss.