The Nether Region

Let's talk.  Let's really talk.  We all talk about it or think about it at some point.  Some of us do it, others say no.  Either way, it's out there.  You may or may not want to read the remainder of this post, but for those who can laugh about this stuff, read on.  To others?  Yea, maybe come back another time.  : )

So, my esthetician Lillian (nope that's not her real name, just her work name - and yes, most big salon-spas assign their employees "work names") has been after me for 2 years to go for it.   My reaction?  Are you insane!?  Who would put themselves through that kind of pain.  Yet, women do it every single day.

To wax or not to wax, that is the question...

Let's me honest, at 45 years old, you kinda think - nah.  Leave it alone.  But, then truth is, curiosity got the best of me.

Yup, I finally did it.  Lillian was thrilled beyond words!!  James (the appointment setter that I always speak to at my spa, and yes, he's gay) was tickled pink (no pun intended) that I was FINALLY going to give it a whirl.  At one point I felt like I was announcing my engagement with the hoopla surrounding my choice.  But, it kinda is a big deal.

So, Lillian explained the procedure briefly to me and mentions that I may want to take a pain killer and have a nice cocktail prior to coming in.  If nothing else, take some Ibuprofen.  Yup, not something you necessarily want to hear when you sign up for this procedure.  But, it had to be said.  In the effort of fairness, and complete horror of what might possibly be different about my Nether Region than other women's, I did share with her all the issues I worried I might have.  Then as if I was somehow compelled by an unspoken law, I asked the silly questions as well.  You know the ones.  Has anyone farted in your face?  What shall we chat about (if anything) while you are doing this?  How shall I prep?  etc. etc.

All questions being answered, the appointment made, now it's a waiting game.  You know, wait till your appointment date & time.  Wait until it's all grown out to the appropriate wax length, and so on.  I then began to discuss this at random with other women.  Do you?  Have you?  Do you know anyone who has?  And then I told people.  Makes it impossible to back out.

The day arrives.  Not too nervous, but nervous enough.  An hour before the procedure I took Ibuprofen (a lot) and poured myself a nice large glass of wine.  Got into my baggy boyfriend pants and granny panties (Lillian mentioned lack of friction might be an issue afterwards) When it was time to leave I grabbed a travel coffee mug and filled it with wine.  Got in the car (hubby was driving) and headed on out.

End result and final opinion?  Do it.  It's wonderful and awesome and truly NOT a bad experience at all. I would absolutely recommend not having a stranger perform this procedure, since it's an intimate exposure, and definitely shop around for who other gals recommend.  Was there pain involved?  Yes, but minimal.  Was it briefly uncomfortable?  Absolutely.  Will I do it again?  You bet your sweet patootie I will.