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<title><![CDATA[Next Time Ill Read The Directions]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I had been on four dates with a wonderful guy and decided that date five would be dinner at my place. We had been pretty hot and heavy on the previous couple of dates but had yet to do the deed.  I was ready to take our relationship to the next level and my fantasizing had me so worked up I wasn't sure if we would even get a chance to eat dinner!I wasn't taking any chances so on the way home from work I stopped by the drug store to buy a box of condoms. While at the store, a bottle of hair remover caught my eye. You know, the lotion stuff that you rub on and wipe off instead of waxing or shaving. I grabbed a bottle, since I couldn't remember how old my wax job was, and continued fantasizing about my man.After rushing home and grabbing all of the ingredients for dinner, I hurried to throw it all together and get it in the oven so I could shower and get ready. I jumped in the shower and lotioned and wiped off anything in the bikini area without reading the directions because helloooohow hard can it be to rub lotion on and then wipe it offDuring dinner, it started feeling pretty hot in my pants and it wasn't from my man (although he was looking totally YUMMY.) Throughout the meal I kept shifting and squirming, on the sly of course, to try to find some relief from the burning. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I yanked down my pants to see what the deal was and was horrified to find bright red nasty looking whelps. Apparently I let out a little yelp when I saw myself because my man was knocking on the door to make sure I was ok. I couldn't BELIEVE this was happening to me. He was so hot and I wanted him so bad but there was NO WAY I was going to let him see me like this. Can you imagine what he would think I frantically tried to think of a way to get rid of him without leaving the bathroom (cause those pants were NOT going back on and I was NOT coming out) but nothing came to me. He was outside the door asking me what was going on (with real concern in his voice) so I shamefully mumbled what happened. At first he was quiet (my heart sank cause I knew I would never see him again) and then he started snickering. I couldn't believe he was laughing while I was in pain!! He finally coaxed me out of the bathroom (me wearing a towel of course) and didn't even make an excuse to leave. He was incredibly sweet about the whole ordeal and made me ice packs and watched a movie with me on the couch.<br/><br/>6 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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