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| - On a whim, and because I thought it might provide for an amusing experience, I asked my cosmetologist daughter to wax my back. I don't think she wanted to do it, as I was immediately provided with 3 reasons why it would be more expensive for her to do it than EWC. Hey, I wouldn't want to wax my dad's back either...
I pulled up the website to perform a little recon, and noticed first-timers get a free waxing*. Couldn't find what the star referred to, so I gave em a a call. For guys, the free service could consist of an ear, brow or nose wax. Booked!
Showed up, checked in, answered a skin questionnaire and awaited my mistress of pain. Her name was Kayla, she was petite, had striking blue/green eyes, and is a talented artist. After verifying that she had not yet detached any of her client's epidermal layers, and she didn't plan to make me the first, I let her approach my ears for the freebie.
Totally painless. And since I had recently shaved, she had to tweeze some of the short hairs the wax couldn't pull. I thought "this is going to be fun" as I removed my business blue button up long sleeve.
It wasn't until the 5th or 6th strip that I started to question my decision. Ain't no funny @#$% happening, and it was starting to sting/burn/hurt. Found out that some guys just get up and leave part-way through a back wax. Probably because they aren't made to pay if they capitulate to a TKO.
Kayla suggested that I go to my happy place, and continued the depilation. I winced with each spirited yank, like a captured spy who is continually open-hand slapped while bound to a metal chair. Kayla, sensing my distress, or maybe noticing my perspiration sopping the protective paper table lining, would place pressure on the newly follicle-free area... and darn it, that helped.
It was rough, but we got through it together. The $58 was rendered, along with a generous tip (how much should one tip a back waxer?) and I emerged with revealing, beautiful skin... under my dress shirt. I was strutting, glowing, and feeling fabulous! I took those 4 steps to gorgeous, and I never looked back.
However, when I fabulously strutted at home in front of the family, I was informed that there was a line of demarcation about two inches under my neckline which stretched from shoulder to shining shoulder. It looked like a rip-curl of hair-nastys were about to white-cap. Guess the neck and shoulders were not part of the full-back wax. Must remember that for next time, or as I like to call it: 4 weeks out.
See you then Kayla, and this time I wont ask you to take pics
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