Wax me madly

Went for a bikini wax today. It is a new addiction but I still haven't found the perfect place. This is the story of my life. It could be put on my tombstone: Looking for the perfect place. So. Tried a new place this time.

A south east Asian nail place with a curtain in the back. My esthetician had a lazy eye which was a little disconcerting. There were no other customers just two employees draped over chairs chatting. Sounded like Vietnamese or something from there round-abouts. No pre-wax chit-chat just off with the pants and onto the waxy paper covered table. While Ms Eyes was doing the wax she was chatting with the employees on the other side of the curtain. I can only imagine what she was saying: Jesus! We've got a hairy one here! Thank god we're not white, they're so fucking hairy!. Then the phone rang and Ms Eyes started chatting away on one of those hands-free ear phones, her eyes (or at least one of them) still focused on my crotch. All to say, it was a little asymmetrical. But ladies, that is the name of the game.

The best bikini wax I got was also my first. The first time is the best? It was in a suburban basement. The esthetician had dyed blonde hair and wore a shirt that I also have in my cupboard. She had a big pot of wax bubbling away on the stove and didn't even use strips (don't ask me how that works). It was 5$. Cheap and good. What more can a girl ask for?