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beth69
Over 90 days ago
Bi-curious Female, 43
Ireland
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LoL...
The tears of laughter are physically running down my face...
Could just picture you Uppity ...
Linda Carter aka Wonder Woman .....
I was about 11.... ah the memories ...
In the 80's it was Kylie and I so still would, and have been lucky enough to actually meet her twice and she is even better in the flesh than she is on the telly..
But Linda Carter ... i just cant my finger on why :thumbup:
This is an interesting one.
Coming from Art college it was all Talking Heads, Patti Smith, the Pixies and the like, none of your squeekie clean pop shite here I'll have you know. We were art rockers. Debbie Harry certainly got me excited but there is a saying that you should never meet your idols, you'll only be disappointed - how true is that. I met her in Jurys hotel for some work I was doing - words cannot describe how disappointing that was.
On a brighter side, I met the lovely Joan Armatrading, I had always been a quiet fan (I guess I've always had a feminine side). Not only was she stunning, funny, engaging we had a great time - shes a huge fan of the Beano comic!!! It was brilliant.
And finally; Dublin, Christmas 1983 - Blooms hotel. I met my all time rock hero (still is to this day) Rory Gallagher. He was terrific - could I get a sensible word out of my mouth? could I be in the least bit coherent? could I even look him in the eye? - I was a dribbling sap!!!
I still have the guitar pick he gave me thought.
Now check this out with the volume up loud ... FH
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless hair removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now....the wax. Read on..........
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids.
I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should get the waxing kit from the medicine cabinet. So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.
It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?
I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.
It works!
OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin Extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet...
Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip).
I inhale deeply and brace myself.... RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!..... OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.
CRAP!
Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out.... I must stay conscious.... I must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe.... OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip... it's not! I touch....I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake ... Remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop....my head may pop off!'
What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand in the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right ???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub.....in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter.
'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hoo-ha?' She's laughing out loud by now ... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.
While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace.....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.
'IT WORKS!!
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color......how bad can that turn out ??
Pinched this from elsewhere but had me in stitches mainly because ladies we've all been there !!
Was and still is Mr Jon Bon Jovi :smitten::smitten::smitten::smitten: the things i would do to that man given half a chance 
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Actually i do remember as a ickle wan having a crush on George Michael during his Wham days...but obviously that was never going to end well 
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Actually i do remember as a ickle wan having a crush on George Michael during his Wham days...but obviously that was never going to end well Who was the celebrity person that got your blood pumping when you were young?
Mine was Simon le Bon from Duran Duran...
1982... Anytime they came on the radio or on tv the heat would rise in me!
I saw them recently on a sky interview and he still has it.
So do tell.. Who got yah...
:lol: mmmmm pity were not in that area on 17th would of loved a fun night with u guys 
Hi (oh)hornyone
I'm looking forward to seeing you later in Cork City.
Safe travelling.
Gar x
I'm looking forward to seeing you later in Cork City.
Safe travelling.
Gar x Just to add my two cents on member verification ....
I've been asked numerous times to verify somone (without meeting) as it is seen as "sure once your verified it's safe to meet me". I think verification means one thing only that for example you are a couple on the site I have met you both and can verify you are a couple and not just a guy pretending to be a couple. That is all it/should mean.
You don't know a person after meeting for one coffee, one meet does not make said person sane or safe or someone you would be happy to vouch for or to be left alone with.
I believe it is only useful from the perspective Verifying the girl youve been chatting to hasn't suddenly grown an Adams apple so in general would have only taken verification with a pinch of salt. I think there's a real danger in people relying on verification as a sound reflection on somone who they probably met for a 20 minute chat.
Also take the argument that if your new verification can help and lead to more meets which helps the individual, sure we were all new once. But please don't be naive to think someone is safe to meet just based on a verification..... Be safe and look after yourself because no one else will!
Hey Honey, delighted to see you back in the swing of things!
:swingingchair:
No doubt our paths will cross in the near future and very much looking forward to getting re-aquainted.
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Ok boys and girls,
If you are in Cork on the 14th this is the filly you need to be mounting (grin)
We had a terrific nite some time ago; popped a few fences, galloped a few furlongs and rolled around in the hay.
Very fond memories indeed and would be delighted to mount again, alas not on the 14th
FH
Hi Sham,
this would be my first time, understand completely if the book's full but would love to tag along!
