Tales from My Sharona, Volume I: Note to self, wax more frequently

Today's blog content comes to you courtesy of My Sharona, who I had some lovely conversation with at last night's Rape Crisis Holiday Bash (Doesn't that sound fun?).

My Sharona will not get naked with a guy unless she's properly groomed. In fact, she once declined an offer to play Bend Over Boyfriend with a Certain Law & Order Star Who Shall Remain Nameless because she had not shaved her legs.

Such was the case with her Rock Star Booty Call (RSBC) Thursday night. RSBC lives in Idaho, but comes to NYC frequently for Important Rock Star Business. Whenever he's in town, he gives My Sharon a ring. It has been a very long time since they've managed to get together. Here's the email I and a few others got from her on Friday:

Reasons you should always be waxed or "lovah ready" (Sex and the City fans):

RSBC: Hey baaaby

My Sharona: Hey you, when did you get into town?

RSBC: Last night

My Sharona: When are you going back?

RSBC: Saturday

My Sharona: Why so short?

RSBC: I just came to pick up some stuff and take it back out west. Can I see you tonight?

My Sharona: (While contemplating ways to kill herself) My friend is sleeping here.

RSBC: So cancel on her.

My Sharona: I can't. She's kinda having a crisis. (The friend being her and the crisis being she hasn't gotten waxed in 4 1/2 weeks) What about tomorrow night?

RSBC: I can't. I have a really good friend's birthday party.

My Sharona: Well, I think you should stay in town longer. I've been thinking about you.

RSBC: Really? What have you been thinking?

My Sharona: Naughty things

RSBC: Well, I want to come over and do them for you.

My Sharona: That's kind of sweet.

RSBC: I'll call you on Saturday if I decide to stay longer.

My Sharona concluded the email with "Someone please shoot me." My response?

Call me a dirty hippie, but I wouldn't let a little hair around the nether regions get in the way of getting some.