When in Brazil
Brace yourself guys and gals. This one is a cringer!
Since I’ve been in Boston, I’ve been on the lookout for friends wherever I can find them. This includes my eyebrow waxer Chapman. She is a cool chick and we’ve hung out a few times and become friends. Since I felt so comfortable with her, I started asking her about things in which I’ve always pondered. Such as the Brazilian wax. Like really, how common is it? Is it as bad as everyone says? Etc., etc. She said that 80% of her business is Brazilian waxes and that it hurts the first time, but then it gets a lot better. She used some analogy that I can’t remember now that completely allayed my fears. So I though, why not give it a shot?
Here I go again trying to prove to myself that I can do things I’m terrified of. And this was definitely one of those things. Me no likey pain.
But I figured I was in good hands with Chapman. I trusted her. But I had no idea what to expect. I guess I was hoping for a little grace and class, but the experience was completely devoid of both. It was humiliating and awkward and super duper intimate. I wonder if this counts as a lesbian experience…. :)
So I walk into the little room and Chapman tries to ease my nervousness. I put on a brave face but I was making nervous small talk to try to forget what was about to happen. I’m not sure how much detail to go into here. Let’s just say that it was helpful that I was wearing a skirt. And that I’m flexible. And that Chapman gave me a towel to put over my face and squeal into.
It was not fun. It hurt like a bitch. And it felt weird afterwards. Almost equal to the physical uncomfortableness was what happened afterwards. Chapman and I went out for drinks. This was the first time I had shown my hoo-ha to someone before the drinks! Chapman was, of course, very blasé about the whole thing since this is her profession. So much so that I almost forgot what we had just done. At one point in the evening, it occurred to me and I got all school-girl embarrassed.
It wasn’t as bad the 2nd time…physically or emotionally. :) And I am thinking about asking Chapman out on a date. Kidding!
Since I’ve been in Boston, I’ve been on the lookout for friends wherever I can find them. This includes my eyebrow waxer Chapman. She is a cool chick and we’ve hung out a few times and become friends. Since I felt so comfortable with her, I started asking her about things in which I’ve always pondered. Such as the Brazilian wax. Like really, how common is it? Is it as bad as everyone says? Etc., etc. She said that 80% of her business is Brazilian waxes and that it hurts the first time, but then it gets a lot better. She used some analogy that I can’t remember now that completely allayed my fears. So I though, why not give it a shot?
Here I go again trying to prove to myself that I can do things I’m terrified of. And this was definitely one of those things. Me no likey pain.
But I figured I was in good hands with Chapman. I trusted her. But I had no idea what to expect. I guess I was hoping for a little grace and class, but the experience was completely devoid of both. It was humiliating and awkward and super duper intimate. I wonder if this counts as a lesbian experience…. :)
So I walk into the little room and Chapman tries to ease my nervousness. I put on a brave face but I was making nervous small talk to try to forget what was about to happen. I’m not sure how much detail to go into here. Let’s just say that it was helpful that I was wearing a skirt. And that I’m flexible. And that Chapman gave me a towel to put over my face and squeal into.
It was not fun. It hurt like a bitch. And it felt weird afterwards. Almost equal to the physical uncomfortableness was what happened afterwards. Chapman and I went out for drinks. This was the first time I had shown my hoo-ha to someone before the drinks! Chapman was, of course, very blasé about the whole thing since this is her profession. So much so that I almost forgot what we had just done. At one point in the evening, it occurred to me and I got all school-girl embarrassed.
It wasn’t as bad the 2nd time…physically or emotionally. :) And I am thinking about asking Chapman out on a date. Kidding!
posted by Laura @ 11:38 AM
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