Friday, on my lunch break, I got a fabulous idea.
Brazilian wax.
Gi and LP looked at me crazy.
I'm gonna do it!
I walked into the spa, nervous. Virgin to this whole process. The hostess walked me into the room that looked like a doctor was about to examine me.
My heart was pounding. I began to rethink my decision. I stripped down and laid on the table. The Middle Eastern woman came in and smiled.
First time?
I nodded.
"We'll use the sugar instead of the wax. Less painful," she smiled.
She poured the sugar-lemon-honey concoction on my nether region. She patted down the strip and
Rrrrrrrripppppp!
I yelped. Ready to close my legs and head for the door. For the next 20 minutes, this was repeated.
I cursed myself.
Why oh why did I think this was a good idea as the solitary tear slid out of my eye and down my face.
"Look!" she smiled, proud of her work.
Smooth like a baby's bottom.
LP and Gi was at work smiling at me as if we shared a secret.
"Why'd you decide to do it?"
"If you wax it, they will come," I responded cool as cucumber....
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3 comments:
giiiiirl... i got a bikini wax before but still not brave enough for brazilian... and gueess what... underarms hurt more!!
ok....girl that sounds like severe pain!!! you are soooo brave!
I love "if you wax it they will come...." you're too adorable.
lol. craziness. i do plan on eventually getting waxed. this shaving nonsense is for the birds
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