Waxy

Oh, the pain!

I had my very first bikini waxing yesterday. All my friends rave about it, so it seemed like the thing to do. My first question is, what man invented this? Oh, my dear jesus, the pain was unreal. And, hey! It lasts for HOURS. I'm still a little stingy today.

When I made the appointment, I was very clear that this was my first waxing and I was afraid of it. The suggestion was for me to take an advil before hand. I did, but what effect that had I have no idea. I showed up on time and waited. Then my waxer, Noelle, greeted me. She's a cute little goth girl from Indiana. All of 25 maybe. I kept convincing myself that she would be very good, even if she wan't remotely Russian. I told her this was my first time. She remarked that everything would be just fine. I'm blonde after all - tiny little hairs that come out easily. She started explaining everything she was doing. I tried to take the curious, scientific approach thinking that would distract me. No go. It really hurt. Noelle kept the chatter going, trying to keep me focused. At this point, I was assuming there would be about 5 strips to rip off. There were lots! I had no idea they do little sections. Oh, the pain, the pain. Not quite as bad as getting a piercing. Possibly close to getting a tatoo. Which by the way, this has sealed it for me that I'm not going to sport the ink.

After leaving, I went to the coffee house next door to recover over a sandwich and a latte. The shock was wearing off and I was feeling pretty good. Somewhere in the mid-afternoon however, I started really feeling nauseas. I think I was running a fever. This can't be good for you. I finally had the courage to peek and see Noelle's handywork. She missed a few spots. I shuddered to think that there could have been more. So did she stop because I looked as if I was going to pass out? Or is it that spots get missed? Or is she just not that great a waxer?

After all that, I know deep in my heart that I will be back in that table in six weeks.