Waxing Woes Before the Hotel Night (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: March 26, 1999

Writing Late After Subway

Right at this time I should be sleeping and although I am tired it is no consolation. Tonight I am writing here later than I should be because I was out at ‘Subway’ with Keith and the rest of them. Despite this my main aim is to add to the chronology of Wednesday and then the sudden Thursday night that has just eluded us. There was not much ado in the second half of my Wednesday, all but just patient waiting.

The Blonde Down the Street

However, I should now once again mention that girl one street down from me who lives with her grandparents that walk their dog, that girl is hot material. Yes, the one who drives a white Excel, with the blonde hair, tall and skinny with a great ass. Well, this time around I got to see her again as I was headed to the shops (Probably to buy food and wax) and seeing her arriving with her car I thought that would be the last I would see of her. However, as I was coming back home I noticed a hot blonde girl just walking a house or two away from that house.

Doubling my speedy gait I noticed that the girl was walking a dog, in jeans and stunning blonde hair. The dog was owned by the old people in which the girl was living with so I gathered that it was her beautiful physique walking twenty meters in front of me. Picking up the pace some more I caught her flicking her hair from side to side and walking to wherever the little dog wanted to go. She was so tame, so lovely and I was hungry for a glimpse of her face but I didn’t get one as she walked down my street.

The thought of heading out to walk around the block so I could walk past her crossed my mind but that was just silly. After all, when do I ever get the courage to talk to someone. If I was to ever describe her, I would have to say she had the height of Linnea and Phoenix and being in the middle scale of both of their ectomorphic bodies. Then add Jenny McCarthy’s face into it and take off a couple of years and you have her sweet baby face features.

Bombs Over Yugoslavia

Some more news that I learnt on Wednesday is of the confrontation that Yugoslavia is having with America. Basically, America have butted in once again where they are not needed. Albania is having a war with Kosovo and because our country is taking over their country, America and NATO have decided to butt in. Thus, they are now bombing parts of Yugoslavia including Belgrade and I feel that they are doing it so that they can test out their nuclear power in reality.

There is talk that the cold war is once again going to begin as Russia is getting behind Yugoslavia so consider this the beginning of a dwindling war. As like all Yugoslavians including me, the Ruler of it all does not want to give in to America who is basically saying “Sign this treaty without question or we will bomb you”.

They are trying to force peace between the two of them but a deal that does not include the requests of Yugoslavia. President Clinton is starting to look more scandalous as time goes by and if he does start a prolonged war, he should not be seen as the authoritative figure but the man who made the biggest mistake in the last days of the 20th Century.

Lyssa Hates My Suggestions

For the rest of my Wednesday night I waited for Lyssa to call me which was around 7:00 p.m. and as she did we chatted about our upcoming night. However, anything further on what I wanted Lyssa to wear was scorned by her as she got upset whenever I tried to make little suggestions or hints for the night. For example, because I was shaving I asked Lyssa if she could also shave herself down there so that it would all be shaved off where it is most important and then she could keep whatever she wants from the top.

This did cause some controversial rejection from Lyssa as she said to me “I hate it when you put so much thought on the night, you make me anxious and then I have worry about if I had done good”. There was some point to keeping it up to our imaginations for the night but the basic fact is that I don’t want to walk into that hotel room and have as plain a night as what Lyssa as I have at my house. I wanted to make sure it was going to be something different, something more special and devoted.

If I wanted to make Lyssa go off and then get nothing in return we don’t have to pay for a room, she can just disappoint me at my house. My looking forward to the night with suggestions is just my guarantee that Lyssa won’t get the better of me as she usually does at my house. Lyssa’s frustration when I try some suggestions for the night just shows how things will be going her way. Now I can’t make a suggestion about the night, I can’t bring in flavored condoms to the story, no shaving on her behalf, only lingerie of my choice.

Preparing for Friday Night

For the two times that Lyssa and I did chat for Wednesday night, most of our conversation was about Friday night. I’m pretty sure Lyssa would want me to go down on her Friday night and best chances are that I will to make her pleased but what would occur, if I didn’t. If Lyssa got frustrated at my not wanting to go down on her she has no right to be because as she says with oral sex for me, “I decide whether or not I want to go down on you”.

Why can Lyssa get angry and frustrated that she doesn’t get pleased when I don’t get the same satisfaction of releasing my tension with words. There is no promises that I will go down on Lyssa or not but it all depends on how I am feeling on the night and if she is being more giving than usual. I would never expect it but if Lyssa gave me oral stimulation, I would be extremely grateful.

In truth, I tried waxing and then shaved everything apart from the pubic hair at the top part of my shaft because I want to be some kind of persuading factor for Lyssa to at least pay attention to my genital area instead of just poking it into her pussy. If not oral stimulation, at least plenty of hand gestures, kissing around there or any other appreciation, it would be great.

As to what I have shaved, my whole legs up to the start of my buttocks, my balls, to the top of my shaft, all between the end of my thighs and under my scrotum and around it. Still I want to chop a centimeter or so off the length of my standing pubic hair and then shave it into a lovely square shape or at least make it look more neat and presentable. Lyssa is also shaving herself down there to make it look presentable but not as much as me I gather.

Trying waxing on Wednesday night and then on Thursday night I found that it was too harsh on my skin. This new wax which is the same brand has been performing shit on my skin.

Apart from giving me red burning skin and only taking off portions of the hair I am waxing off, it has given me blood clots just under the skin because it never worked properly. I would have to go over a certain area over five times making it red hot and just my calves area took me five showers and seven attempts and even then I had to finish it off with a razor. Therefore, when my hair grows back from my shaving, it will come out in certain areas and then the areas where I have waxed will take an eternity to grow back, how shit.

Sleeping Like a Baby

Jumping off the phone with Lyssa I continued to watch television and starting to get tired earlier in the night I got myself to sleep at 10:00 p.m. This to me was once again fairly early but because I hadn’t slept much in the night before I slept like a baby this time around. For the whole night I didn’t awaken probably except for once or twice to turn over, it was a blessing. When Thursday morning came, it was 9:15 a.m. when I finally decided to wake up and I had the whole day ahead of me for once.

Starting almost instantly on my computer I began typing away but in the midst of it I gave Keith a call because I wanted to send out a fax from the Advertiser and I wanted to check out some pants to wear to the Gym at Macarthur Square.

Faxing at the Link

When Keith actually arrived at my house it was just before midday. Making our departure first for Campbelltown we parked the car near the link and then with my résumé and the advertisement we headed inside. Not having to wait in a line we made our way around to the fax machine as Keith didn’t believe that I was allowed to use their fax machine without asking for permission.

Getting myself a pen I began to write out the cover sheet and then began to type out the number. Having some knowledge still of what to do, I waited there with Keith patiently but after a little while it didn’t work.

Therefore, I asked a lady for some help and she gave it her try but we then called in another lady who showed us that we had to dial zero to get an outside number, something which I wasn’t doing. Keith pointed this out just before she came and I’m not very keen on reading notices but apart from that zero I didn’t type in I was right with the fax machine. Within seconds the fax was sent and with this little piece of the day done we headed back to the car.

Hunting for Sweat Pants

From Campbelltown we headed to Macarthur Square and as the choice of pants was bleak, so was the crowd of beautiful women to look at. Macarthur Square wasn’t dead but it just wasn’t booming in the beautiful department, there were no hot anythings. Despite this lack of interesting femininity we headed to two or three stores and looked at some different styles of sweat pants. The original style that I liked wasn’t what I was really looking for when I tried it on, so off we headed to other stores so I could try some pants on.

There aren’t much interesting styles of sweat pants up there anymore but there was one style that I did appreciate but would take something else if better came along. Monday is the day that I go shopping if I do so decide. Monday is also the day that I head off to the Gym and because I won’t have much money to go around after buying my sweat pants for the Gym I will only be able to go twice a week.

Speaking of the Gym, I forgot to mention that I had seen Pepsi on Wednesday when I was headed to the shops to buy my FHM magazine. Stopping so he could catch up with me, it was all smiles from the both of us as we talked all the way to the Gym entry where we parted our ways.

With Keith having to head off to work at 2:00 p.m. he dropped me off after our looking around at Macarthur Square was done. Asking if he would like to head back there for that night so we could see the mass of beautiful young girls, he told me he would see what he could do.

Chasing Temp Agencies

While at home I called IPA back up to confirm that she was going to call the referees and that she had also received my test results. To her words, they were good and she was about to call my referees so I hope she will be calling me back soon for work, let’s just hope.

However, I did also call the other temping agency that I had just faxed my résumé to for the day. Wanting to join Bowman Recruitment Specialists for a fair while, I actually got to send in my résumé. As I called them up, the lady told me she had received my fax but had to sort through all the other faxes she had received for her day before calling me back. Thus, there wasn’t many advances achieved in my finding a job status but there has been some.