When the going gets tough, manscape. Oliver's not the kind of guy who'd ever give any thought to his own pubis but today at the gym was the red flag he needed, or so he thought. The studlies who flaunt their buffness in the locker room made it apparent that dudes have gone the Brazilian way and maybe Oliver had to join in with them. As a recent divorcee he's been mixed in his successful forays into the new dating scene and he's been around the block enough times to realize there's no magnetic attraction to changing your porcupeter but looking at his after those trimmed up guys today screamed out to him to see if racing stripes in his area would make him more confident when the whitey tighties come off at that anxious moment of truth. Not willing to botch the job, Oliver looked around and found waxing parlors who do men, too. He made the call, confirmed a lady would be coiffing his briarpatch and found himself sitting on the table when Simon Cowell's twin came in the room and told him he was taking Gloria's appoinments today, any problem? Oliver wanted to leave but thought that to be too girly so the fur started flying in just minutes. Simon II had gloves on but the way he moved the member from one side to the other apparently triggered the launch sequence and Oliver had to hear "that's OK it happens all the time" making Oliver wonder if his face was as red as it felt. When it was all over, Oliver was home parading around his mirror in the bedroom admiring the youthful clearing out of his undermullet that used to say "no one cares". He wondered what Lila was going to think if Friday's date turns out the way he hopes.