For our anniversary, my husband surprised me with a trip to the Caribbean.
We were going to get on a ship and spend three glorious days at an all-inclusive hotel on one island.
At the end of our three days, we would get back on the ship and sail back home. I was teasing him that night, and told him he had better get his back either shaved or waxed, or they would think he was a gorilla on the loose. He chuckled, thinking that I was simply kidding, but in the back of my head I was thinking about how much nicer his backward look when he took his shirt off, if he was without all that hair. When I went to the salon to have a manicure and pedicure done, I talked him into going along with me. In my heart, I knew I was hoping to convince him to have his back waxed when he got there. He was all for getting a manicure and pedicure at the salon and even laughed when they gave him a robe to put on while having it done. He drank a glass of champagne and jokingly asked for another. After two glasses of champagne, it wasn’t difficult to convince him to just let the aesthetician take a little hair off his back. When they slathered the wax on him, he chuckled and said that it was really warm and comfy now. Every time the aesthetician pulled off a strip of wax, I could see him cringe, but he never said a word, and I was feeling guilty.