Completely Bare

I bought a groupon coupon for a brazillian wax on the cheap. I thought it would be a pretty classy establishment since it’s owned by one of the former RHONY and all (insert eye roll). It’s actually just the waxer and a receptionist who rent out a room in a spa in that hotel off of 75 & Mockingbird across from Mockingbird Station.
Before I really get to complaining, I should admit that I don’t take frequent trips to Brazil, but my va-​jay-​jay has vacationed Brazil a few times. Yes, it always hurts. A glass of wine or two beforehand helps lessen the pain quite a bit but I was on my lunch break so chardonnay courage wasn’t an option for me this go around.
The waxer lady mocked me a bit when I flinched as she *ever so slowly* ripped the hairs out.
Here were my inner thoughts:
«Hey sweet pea, you do realize you rip hair out of va-​jay-​jays all day, dont you? A little empathy would be grand, lovely heart.»
«Please don’t call me a trembler. That’s just the fear reverberating from my soul.»
I asked her to stop and she scowled, rolled her eyes, and made some off-​handed comment about my lady parts looking odd since they were only partially balded. Niiiccce bed side manner.. .
It wasn’t my first brazillian rodeo, but it will be my last. Lady Gillette does the job just fine.

I had laser hair removal done in the past, and read about this place recently during spa week specials. My first intention was to go there for the spa week $ 50 special, but I ended up buying a 15 minute re-​touch package ($ 185) used for retouching the areas that I have received treatment in the past.
I had excellent service and the tech was very through with me and took her time to explain the services prior to working on my problem areas.

All I can say is O.M.G. I’ve had hot wax on my ‘bits’ before, but this one had me running out the door with one shoe on!
I’m not sure what was worse, the impersonal person with no personality applying the hot wax, the face the technician made when I told her I couldn’t contort myself the way she asked me (too many lower back issues), or when she slowly pulled the strips of wax off my nether region (equivalent to ‘death by paper cuts’). Oh yes, that’s right… it was when the tech started pulling the remaining pubes out without any grace or warning with (insert drum roll)… –TWEEZERS-​!
Holly mother of sprouting infrastructure. It’s not like i had ingrown hairs even, pft’.
I think I’ll be staying with my regular waxer from here on out.