All hair removal methods have tricked us with their promises of easy,
painless removal. The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now.... The
Wax!!
My night began as any other normal weekday night. Come
home; fix dinner; played with the kids. I then had the thought that
would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours; "Maybe I should
pull the wax out of the medicine cabinet?"
So I headed to the
site of my demise; the bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No
melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your
hand and then they get warm and you peel them apart, press it to your
leg (or wherever else) and hair comes right off!
No muss, no
fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm no girly, girl, but I am
mechanically inclined enough that I can figure it out. *YA THINK!!!*
So
I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other,
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, I get out the hair
dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. Cold wax my rear end (Oh, how this
phrase haunts me!). I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin
around it tight and pull.
OK... So it wasn't the best feeling,
but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!!! Hair removal no longer eludes
me!! I am She-Ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin
extraordinaire!!
With my next wax strip, I move "north". After
checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate
hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the
toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the
right side of the bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and
stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long
strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself.... RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!
I'm Blind!!!!! Blinded from pain!!!!!!... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Vision
returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the
strip. S**T!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP... Everything is swirly
and spotted. Do I hear crashing drums????? OK, back to normal. I want
to see my trophy - A wax covered strip with my hairy pelt that has
caused me so much pain, sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory
that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair
on it!
Where is the hair?? WHERE IS THE WAX? Slowly I ease my
head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair... The hair
that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. S**T!!! I run
my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
covered in cold wax and matted hair.
Then I make the next BIG
mistake . . . . . . . Remember, my foot is still propped up on the
toilet. I know I need to do something, so I put my foot down. DAMN!!! I
hear the slamming of the cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut!
Butt?? Sealed shut!!! I penguin walk around the bathroom, trying to
figure out what to do and think to myself, "Please don't let me get the
urge to poop. My head may pop off."
Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub,
get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can
gently wipe it off, right?? *WRONG!!!!*
I get in the tub - The
water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or
sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse that
having your nether businesses glued together is having them glued
together and then glued to the bottom of the tub. In scalding hot
water!! Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to
the bottom of the tub!!! God bless the man what convinced me I should
have a phone in the bathroom!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she's
waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very
good conversation starter, "So my butt and who-ha are stuck to the
bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't have a secret
trick, but does try to hide the laughter from me. She wants to know
exactly where the wax is located on bottom, "Are we talking cheeks or
hole or what?"
She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear
her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the
side of the box. YEAH!!! Right!!!!!! I would be the joke of someone
else's night. While we go through various solutions, I resort to
scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have
your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in
super hot water, and then dry shaving the sticky wax off!!!
By
now, the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I
slip into glazed donut land. My friend is still talking with me as my
hand reaches towards the saving grace... The lotion they give you to
remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point. I
rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids,
scared the dickens out of my friend, but I really don't care!!
"IT
WORKS!! IT WORKS!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and
she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then
notice, to my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF
IT!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I shaved it off. Heck, I'm numb at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color . . . . . .
Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:54 pm
