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Just as a warning, the following account may be too explicit and disturbing for some. Read at your own risk.
Today I went for my first-ever bikini waxing. I knew it wouldn't be a picnic, but I guess I thought since it was at a spa and not some hole-in-the-wall manicure place, it wouldn't be so bad. I even got the "gourmet" wax that's supposed to be for sensitive skin. Oh man. First of all, I am very, very ticklish. It is weird enough having a strange woman give you a frontal wedgie with her hands, but it is even harder when your body tenses up uncontrollably, not to mention the nervous giggling. She kept saying "You're so sensitive!" And secondly, that wax is HOT! And thirdly, you try putting duct tape on your crotch and tearing it off, oh, a dozen times! I mean, I just wasn't expecting so much blood. I can't even imagine the pain of getting a Brazilian. I will have to be pretty damn in love with a guy to ever do that for him.
Then after all that torture, I guess I was expecting something really nice like herbal compresses or gel or something, but all I got was swipe of neosporin or something like that and bada-bing, it was time to put my pants back on. There was even some wax left. I guess the woman could have taken more off, but must have felt bad for me through all the squirming and gritting of teeth.
After that I got a pedicure, which I must say was very nice, but now I'm paranoid it will get messed up on the way home (I wore sneakers today not knowing I'd be getting a pedicure.) I guess the question is, will I ever do it again? I have to say that while it was being done, I thought HELLS NO but if the redness and plucked-chicken look goes away and I am bikini-beautiful for the next month, I might just soldier through the terror again. After all, they say it hurts most the first time. ;-)
Today I went for my first-ever bikini waxing. I knew it wouldn't be a picnic, but I guess I thought since it was at a spa and not some hole-in-the-wall manicure place, it wouldn't be so bad. I even got the "gourmet" wax that's supposed to be for sensitive skin. Oh man. First of all, I am very, very ticklish. It is weird enough having a strange woman give you a frontal wedgie with her hands, but it is even harder when your body tenses up uncontrollably, not to mention the nervous giggling. She kept saying "You're so sensitive!" And secondly, that wax is HOT! And thirdly, you try putting duct tape on your crotch and tearing it off, oh, a dozen times! I mean, I just wasn't expecting so much blood. I can't even imagine the pain of getting a Brazilian. I will have to be pretty damn in love with a guy to ever do that for him.
Then after all that torture, I guess I was expecting something really nice like herbal compresses or gel or something, but all I got was swipe of neosporin or something like that and bada-bing, it was time to put my pants back on. There was even some wax left. I guess the woman could have taken more off, but must have felt bad for me through all the squirming and gritting of teeth.
After that I got a pedicure, which I must say was very nice, but now I'm paranoid it will get messed up on the way home (I wore sneakers today not knowing I'd be getting a pedicure.) I guess the question is, will I ever do it again? I have to say that while it was being done, I thought HELLS NO but if the redness and plucked-chicken look goes away and I am bikini-beautiful for the next month, I might just soldier through the terror again. After all, they say it hurts most the first time. ;-)
