So I Went to a Pheromone Party (and Almost Didn’t Get My T-Shirt Back)
Did I think that smelling a strange man’s dirty laundry would unleash heretofore hidden feelings of desire? No. But I did think fondly of an ex’s scent and the way I would bury my nostrils in his shirts whenever he left them around — almost as if the aroma itself had super powers.
If one of the red-flags holding you back from a manscaping trial is your fear of the NARB (No Apparent Reason Boner), you should know you’re not alone.
We asked three of our male contributors to get bro-zillian bikini waxes and write about it — and they actually did it. One of them, Kevin, didn’t quite follow post-op directions to the T.
Almost immediately I felt like some sort of He-God who could take any amount of pain. Fight club? I’m in. Childbirth? Puh-lease. And then I remembered that I looked like my 11-year-old self with a groin-specific sunburn, and my ego deflated somewhat.
The NYT said everyone else was doing it, so we sent 3 men out to get bikini waxes. One of them made a video set to music. One of them got dissed by his boyfriend. And one of them got laid immediately. Here are their stories.
Is making eye contact and giving a smile really all it takes to get a guy to talk to you?
Eve was a cyclone of “firsts” for me — first date with a model, a boxer, a dominatrix, a wrestler (Eve told me she was in the process of auditioning for the WWE) or a woman taller than me. The effect was kind of dizzying.
I couldn’t help but wonder if one gender or the other would be more naturally skilled at ‘winging.’ Would a man be better at helping me to meet women because he’s used to doing it, or would a woman have the advantage?