Finding a skilled aesthetician for personal grooming can be more challenging than selecting a gynecologist. I’m generally unfazed by medical professionals examining my private areas, as it feels clinical. Sure, I’m subjected to metal instruments while a nurse stands nearby, but at least I have the comfort of a paper gown. My doctor even places a paper towel over my legs, creating a barrier that gives me a sense of privacy, much like a Wizard of Vag. This way, I can avoid scrutinizing his expressions—wondering why he’s smirking or if he’s horrified by my anatomy. One time, he even asked if he could bring in interns for a closer look, and I replied, “Sure! The more the merrier!” That’s the level of nonchalance I have.
However, visiting a waxer is an entirely different experience. Without the white coat and medical paraphernalia, the atmosphere shifts from clinical to a rather invasive encounter. Lying on a table, completely exposed from the waist down, while someone in casual attire approaches with wax is a whole new ball game. Even if they wear scrubs, I’m not fooled; I could easily purchase those from a local store. Just because I can wear scrubs doesn’t mean I should be entrusted with a medical procedure.
Finding a waxer who inspires comfort and trust is crucial. After several attempts, I finally discovered a waxer that I adored. The pain was minimal, the conversation flowed, and any awkwardness dissipated as we engaged in enjoyable banter that allowed me to forget about the intimate grooming happening.
Then came the dreaded news—she had taken a new position, one that didn’t involve tending to my bikini area. She was leaving for a hairstyling job and moving out of town. It felt like a breakup; I had to start the “dating” process all over again, with each new appointment requiring an up-close view of my most private parts. Essentially, I went from a committed relationship to a string of awkward encounters.
Last week, I experienced my third attempt at finding a replacement. This new waxer was incredibly quiet—so much so that I felt like I was in a library. No music, no conversation; just me lying there, pantsless, in a silence so thick that you could hear a hair fall. This kind of stillness is uncomfortable for me. I thrive on chit-chat, jokes, and laughter. I even have a knack for creatively cursing when the wax is yanked from my skin (I have a thing for phrases like “Sweet Baby Jesus on a Tilt-a-Whirl”).
Unfortunately, this waxer wasn’t interested in any of that. On top of it all, she had hair that could compete with ’60s Cher—long, flowing locks that were dangerously close to my lady bits. As I lay there, I couldn’t help but worry that her hair might get entangled in the wax, leaving us in a comedic but awkward predicament. What would it be like to have another woman permanently attached to my intimate area?
As I lay there, my mind raced. Typically, when someone is down there, you try not to think too much about it, seeking distractions. I missed my previous waxer—the engaging conversations, the cheesy ’70s love songs, the overall fun atmosphere that helped me forget the pain of hair removal.
In a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, I glanced at a water stain on the ceiling that resembled a certain anatomical feature and chuckled, only to be met with silence. There was no laughter, no acknowledgment; just a continuation of the awkward quiet. I knew my old waxer would have found it funny. She understood me and embraced the humor of the situation.
I truly miss her. If you happen to find her, please let her know that I’m looking for her. I’ll likely be the one with a wild bush poking out of my bikini bottom, or perhaps I’ll be featured on “Finding Bigfoot” with my unkempt appearance. As a child, I dreamed of being on television, but I never imagined it would revolve around my bushy vagina.
Little girls have many dreams, but I certainly hope that’s not one of them.
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Summary
Finding a reliable waxer can feel like a daunting task, especially when transitioning from one that you’ve grown comfortable with. The experience shifts dramatically from a clinical atmosphere to an awkward, intimate setting, often accompanied by silence. The longing for familiar banter and humor can make the search for a new waxer feel like a challenging dating experience.
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