Certain necessities a woman requires
There are certain people us women have in our life. You may have one…or not. But this story is about me, and not you today. Or maybe it is, because you do have one? In my mid thirties (yes, it took that long), I finally decided it was time to be a big girl and visit a woman in my neighborhood who took care of your lady parts.
You know, down there. *look downnnnn there*
Look, I have 2 types of friends in my life. Ones that are very hush hush giggle talk about this subject. And those who would talk about this at a bar, loudly, to a stranger.
I’m guessing me talking about this on the INTERNET puts me into the later category.
I was newly divorced and had been working on improving myself spiritually, physically, and any other -cally word that would help describe the new me. I don’t know how it came about that I finally convinced myself and said:
“Let’s do this. I WANT someone to rip hair off my skin in the most sensitive part of my body”
But I did. I’m guessing this was over drinks at a bar…loudly with friends and strangers.
is it time?
So, appointment was made to a woman recommended to me by a family member. She had to be out of town for my first initial visit. Dang it all to hell, she is to have magic hands. But she had set me up with her assistant.
The place looked like a super posh girlfriends room vs a clinical spa type of room and helped with my nerves.
Praise the Ibuprofen Gods for creating that little pill and for someone looking at an agave plant and saying…I can make something with this…(Tequila you precious vixen).
I apologized to her for the unnatural growth that she may encounter and assured her I was the worst Vajayjay walking into the joint. I figured lowering her expectations on myself down there so that if there was an ounce of disgust on her face when she had to bare witness to down T.H.E.R.E., I could handle it.
Then of course, I turned my whole undressing-to-prep into an interview.
“Yah, so how many WhooHa hairs have you ripped out?” Parts of me wanted to know if I was closer to her being a newbie or seasoned.
“Is there a school for this? And did YOU go to a school for this?” I sucked at school, but I figure she would need passing grades to qualify her to torture a client for however long.
“Did you have enough sleep last night?” What? I wanted to make sure she was on point.
“On a scale of ‘Oh, Sh*t [email protected] Kill Me Now’…how bad is the pain?” This was the shot of tequila I took. I’m sure of it.
“Oh, you will see once I pop on that table, this is my FIRST TIME. I’m so so sorry.” Remember, I just wanted to protect my inner self that I was a shining star.
Is It over?
Anyway, first visit came and HOLY GAH-FARKING went. We did it.
For a hot second, walking out of the room of fire, I swore I would NEVER do it again.
I politely thanked the sub in woman instead of punching her in the face. Not because she did anything wrong, mind you. Because to be beautiful, we ladies go through the dumbest pain on earth. And that kind of pain causes a reflex of fight or flight. So all I could do was internalize and took a flight in my head to a place filled with margaritas & pedicures.
Okay, so back to the owner who I’m really about seeing. When I realized a day later this necessity in life should be a MUST for me, I booked my next appointment with her. You know that feeling when you walk out of a hair salon? You walk, talk, feel different, right? Even though I was the only one who knew what was going on down there, it made me strut like I was in the Victoria Secret Fashion Show.
My Wonderful unicorn
She’s part bartender-psychologist-unicorn-hairstylist-bestie kind of human all wrapped up in one. I’m not sure what she’s pumping in the air but we talk about anything and everything. All while she’s taking care of business. It’s odd, I know. But that magic she’s got floating around us has me forgetting she’s pouring hot wax on the most sensitive part of my being. There’s the occasional quick reminder of pain but then it’s replaced with my filling her in on my latest coffee intake that day. Or some gossip about some current event going on in our hometown. She’s intoxicatingly (I can’t make this word spell right, but you understand where I’m going with this) amazing.
When you put (whisper THAT special place whisper) in someone’s else’s hands with HOT liquid and a mean quick rip AND an amazing bedside manner, it’d be a complete brain fart to not get ‘er done! Isn’t that how it should be? Sigh, happy insane deep breathe. I skip in and I skip out…because shes’ that good.
xoxo-selena, the rambler
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Aloha, I’m Selena, The Rambler of My Rambling Thoughts. A storyteller, wife & mother just trying to make it to the next day by hunting for the funny to stay sane! I inhale coffee to keep my brain functioning. I occasionally binge on Netflix. I beg my dog to just leave the toilet paper alone for one second when I’m using the potty, and I pray to all that is holy I can get through a homework session without breaking Google for whatever is making my child smarter for her future. And I humorously navigate my new life as a military spouse without embarrassing my husband wherever the Army sends us. Did I forget anything?
Haha she sounds like a great fin! #blogcrush
I’m nearly 40 and I can’t bring myself to get waxed so good on you brave lady. This really made me laugh ? #blogcrush
Of all the “procedures” I have had this is not one of them.
Totally missing out. The most weirdest amazing thing to do for yourself. Haha.
I used to go religiously but less so since I had my daughter. I am always ashamed of what I turn up with though! Ha! #blogcrush
Haha, I’m always saying….Sorry!
Oh I remember being utterly embarrassed when my sister in law came to stay with me and she asked me where the nearest place was that she could go have this done… I had no idea! I couldn’t even begin to guess! This is not something I could even begin to imagine wanting to do! Eeek! I’d be like you and apologise the whole way through! Haha. Great post! #blogcrush
#eatsleepblogRT YES! i use to know that intoxicantly amazing women – or alas her UK version and I loved her…then i stupidly moved and now i use a salon that at times makes me feel violated when i leave. I also go Brazilian and so the pain is even more severe…id love to find myself a wax-a-vicious momma as i loved how it made me feel, for now i leave it for holiday season only. I’m completely with you on this one – never leave her!!!!
I did it once about ten years ago. It was so awful I’ve never been to anyone again. Maybe I’ll give it another go, my friends all have ‘great ladies…’ too! #bigpinklink
Aloha! I’m back with #EatSleepBlogRT to keep my crown for another week!!!
Haha, go get it girl!
I have never had any waxing other than my brows. I thought post baby anything “down there” would be a breeze but i still feel like the idea of it is worse than child birth – and i had a four day labour hahahaah! you are very brave! #EatSleepBlogRT
It took 2 shots of tequila and a hit of ibuprofen to be brave =) Haha.
This cracked me up! Brilliantly funny post and fantastic use of gifs to illustrate your point. Glad you’ve found such a good one! Lovely to have you linking. #bigpinklink
So glad I found your linky party =)
I am so glad you found someone amazing. I’d thought of having it done once upon a time… never got up the courage.
If you find the right person….you’ll love it. I think….Haha.
This was a good read. I have to be honest, I can probably count on my fingers the amount of times I’ve been for that sort of wax as an fully-fledged adult. I used to have “bikini waxes” when I was an older teenager – for actually wearing bikinis, you see, not for anyone to see beyond the bikini. But other than it was only for my honeymoon! In concept, it would be nice to be more well-maintained down there, especially since I’m not as flexible as I used to be purposes of self-maintenance. But it gets pricey and I’d rather get my nails done as more people see those. Maybe when my youngest starts school & the childcare costs go down! Not sure why I’m telling you all this lol. Thanks for linking up to #EatSleepBlogRT. Hope you join again next week.
Haha!! We are storytellers! We can’t just say a little bit sometimes =)
I feel like I’m far too old to still be shaving but at 42 I’m too darned scared to visit a salon and get my bits out! I swear they would just fall about laughing! I wish I was braver! #DreamTeam
I’m 41…we are so not old! =) Hahahaha!
I have been waxed once. I was 17 years old and I cried. Never again. I use a razor. Hell I’ve even been known to pluck individually with tweezers (like I have time for that any more pah hahahahah!) Not the wax though. Never again with the wax. No matter how blimmin lovely the applicator may be. 😉 This really made me laugh. Thanks for sharing with #DreamTeam x
never will i let anyone wax my anything ever again. I hate shaving but i cannot, repeat cannot go through the growth and waxing ever again …and that was 20 years ago i tried it!
Haha…maybe, just maybe you didn’t find the right lady? =)
Hi, Rambler 🙂 Thank you for a great funny read again. A good giggle was just what I needed right now.
I have checked on all your share buttons, all working perfectly! 😉 I am actually not that terrified of waxing,
nothing is as efficient and lasts as long as waxing. I guess it depends on how gently it’s done?
Truth. I’m just glad I found my person who makes me forget that momentary second of “F**k”. Haha.