Single Girls- you should rejoice in your freedom and enjoy the time you have. Do you know how I spent the last twenty minutes or so? Delicately plucking my man's back hair off with tweezers newly purchased specifically for the task. The reason? He doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of his new accupuncturist at his appointment later today.

"Pluck and rub, Pluck and rub," was his mantra as I maneuvered around the rogue hairs on his back. The larger patch, at the bottom of his back, was deemed inappropriate for plucking, being too large to manage. I advised him to get it waxed if he wanted to impress the ladies, something he might be thinking of as he possibly reaches a mid-life crisis in a year or two.

His face fell when I told him about a new patch growing elsewhere. It seems that for the delicate sex, males, the more hair you lose from your head, the more likely it is to grow in strange places.

Granted, turnabout is fair play. He spent about ten minutes last weekend trimming my "Frankentoes" to make them fit not for human consumption, but at least to be seen in flip-flops as the weather improves.

When we first started dating, he begged for the right to pop my pimples after break-outs, something that freaked me out and gave me nightmares for years to come. If I couldn't stand the gooey puss that comes out, how could he? Thankfully I don't break out nearly so often now. And if you're curious about the farting in our relationship, well, let's just say we don't have many secrets.