Success

The requisite three weeks of no shaving had passed, and I was now ready to get aforementioned bikini wax. I called the nice salon where I've gotten over priced, mediocre haircuts and where a brazillian wax was $75, $85 with tip. I'd reconciled with the idea that I was going to just have to suck it up and do it, and maybe cut into the wine budget. They also had no appointments available that day, the next day, the day after that... Behind the laundromat I saw a shady little nail place, with a sign "-axing". The W was burned out. I went by there again, and the place was empty except for a korean dude watching TV. The place is on a corner with big windows and fluorescent lights, a kind of fish bowl effect. I asked the man if they did waxing "Eyebrow?" "No... bikini?" He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me standing in the middle of the fish bowl.

After almost a minute he brought back a girl who looked about 15. She took me into a room that was all mirror on one side, a flickering bluish flourescent light, and a folding table with a blanket over it, and a collection of little cats with wide eyed expressions on another table facing right up between where my legs were about to be. A poor design choice, I think. The room was about the size and ambiance of the back of a van.

"Where you going?" she asked.
"What?" I was kinda edged out.
"You go to the beach?" Oh. Um.
"Yeah sure...for...Thanksgiving." What the hell? That doesn't even make sense.

She started spreading the first patch of wax. "You scared??" I smiled weakly. It was certainly not the best wax I'd ever had. The wax was too hot, scalding the skin a little, and she tried to rip it off before it had set enough, so she had to go back over things a few times. When I flinched, she looked alarmed and said "Don't cry! I will cry if you cry, for feeling bad for you." I was no where near crying. It's really not that bad, and this was probably the most painful wax I've had. Granted I've only had like, 5 before this. But I was determined to be a trooper about it and remind myself this really does suck less than shaving. This place charged $45 for a wax. I thought it'd be cheaper, since they were so half assed, but I'll take what I can get.

After going home and taking a shower, I tried on all my favorite underwear. Beautiful. And it feels fantastic. No really. It's a good think I live alone, is all I'm saying.

Because I'm a huge dork, I had to tell my BFF. "Thanks," she said. "I always wonder how your pubic region is doing." No applause?

Of course I told S too, since I'm going to see him this weekend :-D. He didn't seem too excited about the aesthetic advances of my vagina either. Whatever, you people are haters. I'm excited.

I really don't think the pain is that bad. I'm worried about messing up my skin or getting a bump or something. And I randomly had the thought later that night that all that pulling was going to destroy the collogen and over time I'd have an old lady vag. Is that insane? But the pain doesn't bother me, I'd rather have a short amount of pain than a long period of discomfort. I don't mind things that hurt while you're doing them, I kind of like trying to go faster on the elliptical till my legs start burning or getting the last set of crunches in. The hot flushed skin after getting waxed is like the way your legs feel like jelly after working out, it just feels like a sense of acomplishment.