Manscaping

I am sure most guys have probably wondered at some point in their life whether they should dabble in manscaping. For me, it was always pretty clear that I should do more than just dabble, however, like most full time jobs, it wasn't exactly clear how I should get my foot in the door. I had to deal with this confusion before the internet came along (I am not that old…I was just an early bloomer) so I didn't know where to turn for help at the time.

I was looking back fondly on this confusing time in my life a few days ago and hoped that there is better information available out there now for today's young men. So I checked out the internet when I had some down time at work and came across the following site which offers great advice!

http://www.shave-my-balls.com/

The above site and I share very similar philosophies so I decided to share my story with them. My success story was apparently lacking the inspiration that these people were looking for. They decided not to post my journey to the comments portion of their website. I am hoping though that you will come back in time with me to a point in my life when I didn't know in which direction to head. Here is my story as written to the wonderful people at shave my balls dot com:

I have really hairy balls (at least I used to). I actually had two girls dump me because they said they just couldn't deal with the "hair balls", as one called them, anymore. This led me to go through a period where I masturbated a lot…I had to…no one would love me for who I was. Although the increased friction from my new hobby did limit hair growth somewhat, it really wasn't a long-term solution.

After I hit rock bottom, I talked to my dad who suggested I just wax my balls. It wasn't until after I tried doing so that I found out that my dad doesn't have hairy balls at all and had no clue what he was talking about. Waxing hurt and for a brief moment I thought I had caused permanent damage. Luckily I am a pretty resilient guy and things healed fairly quickly.

My dad felt compelled to tell my mom about what I was going through. I was initially upset about this, but it was for the best. Apparently my mom used to date a guy with extremely hairy balls and he would simply shave them in the shower. She didn't think his balls were as hairy as mine, but she thought I should definitely give it a try.

My father went and got his razor for me to use (this was before I had to start shaving my face). He gave me the razor, a pat on the back and a look that made me feel like he would be proud of me no matter how well my mom's suggestion worked. What happened next is what we commonly refer to in my family as the "hour long shower of power."

The razor cut smoothly through the hair and shame that I had faced for years. It all got washed down the drain. I got out of the shower, toweled myself off and for the first time in 2 years didn't have to blow dry my balls. I was amazed at how well it worked (I really thought I had just experienced some beginner's luck, but it ended up working perfectly every time thereafter).

My life really did change that day. A few weeks later I got accepted into a pre-med program, won the MVP award for my basketball team and got a new girlfriend. It was a couple months into our relationship when she told me she was initially hesitant to go out with me. When I asked why, she replied, "I heard you had hairy balls."

I just asked, "So what do you think, are they hairy?"

She said "No, they're not hairy…they're just… in a word …beautiful."

We're getting married in a month.

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