spot bodywork

i regularly see nell at spot bodywork.

for bikini waxes. every 1.5 months or so.

i'm told asians don't have a lot of hair anyway, that i'm lucky.

i went in for a wax yesterday. it had been 2.5 months.

she said, 'i don't think i've ever seen you this long before.'

refrain: hot wax. spread. paper down. riiiiiiiiiiiip.

'nell! i thought we were friends!' i screamed.

nell laughed, 'so, how's life been treating you?'

refrain.

'i am SO breaking up with you!' 'it's over, nell! i mean it!'

refrain.

yelp!

i squeezed my eyes shut as the tears came. i gripped my hands so tightly i left nail marks on my palms.

'hold your breath. this one is going to hurt,' said nell.

refrain. one. last. time.

holy. mother. of.

there is no bracing yourself for that kind of pain. even when you expect it, you don't. yelping is never flattering; ladies do not yelp. am i crazy for thinking that being hair-free is worth it? probably. i never said i wasn't.

lesson: never wait too long between wax sessions. lesson learned.