Hair removal 101 (Adult content)

HAIR REMOVAL 101
(God love the woman who shared this!)
All hair removal methods have tricked us with their promises of easy, painless removal - the Epi-lady, scissors, razors, Nair and now THE WAX!

My night began as any other normal weekday night. Come home, fix dinner, and play 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 kids, no melting a clump of hot wax, just rub the strips together in your hand to get the wax warm and then pull 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. Okay, so it wasn¹t the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I am She-ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extra ordinaire!

With my next 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 bikini line, covering the right half of my v-g-na and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek. (Yes, it was a long strip!) I inhale deeply and brace myself. RRRIIIPPP!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!! OH MY GOSH !!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the strip! CRAP! Another deep breath and RRIIPP. Everything is swirling 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. Crap! 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.

NOOOOOOO! I hear the slamming of the cell door ..........v-g-na??......... .......

Sealed shut!

I penguin-walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do.

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 - and I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether businesses glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub in scalding water!

(which, by the way, doesn¹t melt cold wax!) So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub.

God bless the man who convinced me that I should have a phone in the bathroom! I call my friend thinking surely she¹s waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It¹s 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 doesn¹t 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, i.e., Are we talking cheeks or hole or what? She's laughing out loud by now. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!! RIGHT!!! I should 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 than t 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 and my hand reaches toward the saving grace the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I have to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOSH !!! 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.

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I do not have a green thumb
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