Hahahaha. I really should write a story about the time my extremely hirsute Australian boyfriend came home with a waxing kit. For his chest!
Did not go well.
I was like, “Honey, I think those popsicle stick things are meant for bikini waxes. For women. Who don’t have 10 follicles with super thick hair sprouting out every nanometer or so. This ain’t gonna work.”
It didn’t. Not for his chest. The bikini waxing was marginally successful, but … he was too sore to have any fun that night so I was less than impressed.
He went to a professional place a week later and the guy offered him half price if he could do the wax WITH a happy ending.
We learned to deal with the fact that birds were going to nest on him.
Easier that way. ;-)