So decided last night to treat myself to a date today with a girl I've had my eye on for a long time.
Priding myself in my appearance, and being as clean and as hygienic as possible, I got my grooming on.
But you can't risk taking razor to the boys. So out came the Veet.......
They look like the 80 year old love child of Keith Richards and a beet tomato.
Lucky I hadn't booked the appointment yet, as needless to say I won't be going today - as who knows what she would think
Guys has this happened to you?
Ladies have you been with clients sporting the crimson marble sack?