Well the long awaited arrival of Dr McRide happened this weekend. Sadly it didn’t go exactly as planned.
He popped by early last week to pick up the keys, but it was oh too short visit. Due to some shift work on Saturday he wasn’t able to move in until Sunday. Great news for me as it meant I had a day to make myself and the apartment presentable. Most of Saturday morning was spent cleaning to Intel fab level 4 hygiene levels. The afternoon was dedicated to me, including a facial, haircut, highlights and blow dry. All while reading trashy magazines, therefore validating the Irish Times survey that women are 4 times more interested in grooming than politics.
I decided not to venture out on Saturday night, mainly because my skin was bright red from the facial, but also because I wanted to be fresh for Dr. McRide and the rugby on Sunday. What a wonderful combination! Instead Saturday night was spent at the most dreaded of female jobs, epilating my legs. For the uninitiated this involves plucking all the hairs from your body with a small torture device. To ease the pain I cracked open a bottle of wine and turned on the TV. My well insulated thighs were fine and my knees are numb from years of falling over so it was only when I reached my shins that things started to get bad. Luckily the wine had almost kicked in when I started on my bikini line. All was relatively good until I heard a voice. Sadly it wasn’t the usual inside my head one.
“Hi it’s me, I got off……………….early�. Dr McRide.
It is hard to say who looked more horrified at the sight of me partially clothed, sitting in the middle of the living room with my legs spread eagle and a large buzzing apparatus in my hand - that’s not even the worst part, “Turbidy Tonight” was on the TV. The shame.
Even OJ Simpson couldn’t have talked his way out of that scenario. I mumbled something inane and fled to my bedroom to hide under the duvet. Were it not for the rugby yesterday I’d still be there.
Assuming you are very drunk, in a dark room and squinting - a lot. Email me on Irishflirtysomething at hotmail.com
October 1st, 2007 at 10:04 am
Did you say a facial haircut? This is something of a disappointment in terms of mental images.
October 1st, 2007 at 10:13 am
tell us more bout him ..did u find out if he is on the market?
October 1st, 2007 at 10:28 am
Fidel - wow I really need to watch my language, a facial THEN a haircut.
Sarah - didn’t feel that it was the best time to raise the subject this weekend. may be once the flames of humiliation vanish.
October 1st, 2007 at 10:38 am
I am going red just reading that post…poor you Flirty!! Maybe he’ll think it’s quirky?!?! Why don’t you say you were going for a Guiness Book of records of ‘How many painful things can you do at once’ entry….
October 1st, 2007 at 11:34 am
I blushing in embarrassment for you! Turbidy of all things. To be seen watching Turbidy.
October 1st, 2007 at 11:51 am
Ah ha Tubby Ryan ha ha, could habe been worse mind, it could have been Pat.
Epilating is nasty especially when you get down near your ankles Ooww!
October 1st, 2007 at 12:40 pm
Hee hee hee, ha ha… but oh nos, buzzing in front of Turgidy Tonight? Le shame!
October 1st, 2007 at 12:41 pm
omg, flirty that made me laugh and cringe simultaneously. you’ll have to be super-on-guard-everperfect from now on then. No pressure!
October 1st, 2007 at 12:44 pm
Hahahahahahahhahahaaa. Oh, that’s terrible. Heee heeee heee.
Epilady is one of the worst inventions ever. I tried it once, and my legs were red and irritated until the hair started growing back in. I didn’t try it again.
October 1st, 2007 at 1:37 pm
Seriously, what WERE you doing watching Turgidy? I feel VERY let down miss, I’ll have you know.
PS Ouch. In every sense of the word…
October 1st, 2007 at 1:53 pm
Eilis - oh well he is a doctor so seen it all before I guess!
Primal - I know the shame.
Nonny - bikini is worse than ankles.
October 1st, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Conan - I love the way everyone finds the ryan thing way worse.
Towny - I thought I was on my guard, oh well.
Sassy - regrowth is even worse, if that’s possible.
Caro - the sting of shame
October 1st, 2007 at 2:31 pm
OMG, seriously you’ll probably never get over the shame and embarassment.
I am not even sure if I should be associating myself by commenting on this post.
Do you realise as well that you are on the net where everyone including future employers/lovers will find out you have been watching tubridy.
For shame (he he, loved it)
October 1st, 2007 at 3:17 pm
Oh, poor, poor you. This totally reminded me of my ex-flatmate in Paris. She used to do all-over hair removal in the sitting room the night before her boyfriend came to visit. So I have a perfect mental image of you. The only thing is that I live in Italy and don’t know who this Turbidy fellow is.
October 1st, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Oh you poor thing. Hilarious though! The only good thing is that because he’s moving in, you will have daily chances to redeem yourself and be fabulous. So is he still a big Ride?
October 1st, 2007 at 4:04 pm
Ooooooh you poor thing,i read this at work and nearly spat tea over the keyboard.i’m blushing on your behalf.
October 1st, 2007 at 4:21 pm
But surely this is a good test of how liberated a guy is, Flirty. If he’s happy to see you warts, epilator and all and doesn’t expect you to be the naturally smooth, hairless Ms Gorgeous, he’s got his head screwed on right. If he runs screaming from the room in shock and moves out the next day, who needed the immature wee schmuck anyway?
October 1st, 2007 at 5:19 pm
Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s had to deal with a lot worse in A&E. If he’d come in any earlier he might have given you a local anaesthetic to make it easier.
October 1st, 2007 at 6:51 pm
Could be worse. Girl I know decided to shave her legs with a razor after two bottles of wine, and cut herself to ribbons.
Mind you.. don’t remember her showing her lady bits to everyone in the house at the time. So hmmmm….
October 1st, 2007 at 9:00 pm
Red - i just didn’t think it through…..
cathy - from the brief look i got he is still a ride, even when horrified.
mar - i was redder than my legs.
nick - thanks nick but still not the leg you want to get off on, so to speak.
epona - go point, would gladly have accepted drugs.
yorkie - done that too!
October 1st, 2007 at 10:16 pm
Hahahahahahahahaha sorry, but hahahahahahaha. I’m cringing for you. At least the rugby made up for it, oh wait….
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:30 am
I am so embarassed for you. It could be a lot worse though. I once walked in on a flatmate getting “friendly” with a courgette. I couldn’t look him in the eye the next day and I have never been able to bring myself to eat courgette since.
Keep the updates coming. Waiting with baited breath……..
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:41 am
That was so fucking funny, Flirty. Dr. Hawt caught you with a buzzing appliance between your legs. I bet your cheeks were on fire.
Hee hee.
October 2nd, 2007 at 7:08 am
hilarious. That’s so funny.
October 2nd, 2007 at 11:10 am
I should not take pleasure from your embarrassment so I say: mmm, that’s interesting.
A brilliant post, pity twas only a fantasy induced by the wine constant buzzing noise.
October 2nd, 2007 at 11:29 am
I have a fantastic cream and moisturiser that will soothe away your embarrasment….. and allow you to save on batteries
October 2nd, 2007 at 6:13 pm
Ohhhhhh noooooo. I’m sorry I laughed, not very sisterly and all that but…well, it was funny.
October 2nd, 2007 at 8:08 pm
I’m baffled as to how all these overseas readers know watching Tubridy Tonight was so embarrassing. Is it shown on satellite too?
October 4th, 2007 at 12:23 am
Did he really catch you watching Tubridy?
Come on. I don’t believe anyone would admit to that.
October 4th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
You’re a better woman than me, Flirty. I have a hard enough time tweezing my eyebrows. Shaving for me, thank you very much and none of that painy painy epilation business. Mind you, I’d love not to have to be shaving the old gams all the time. How long does epilation last?
October 29th, 2007 at 1:27 pm
[...] On a much brighter note this weekend, although not wildly exiting was very magical in a swooning female manner. Myself and Dr McRide were in the same room, at the same time on the same night. Now this may not sound very shocking considering we are flatmates. However it is the first time we have hung out since ‘The Incident’. [...]