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Thursday, December 11, 2008

TMI Thursday

Much like this blogger who's BlogSecret secret ended up on Alexa's blog, I was unaware of all my grooming options 'down there' until my sophomore year of college. My roommate, D, was a die-hard waxer; we're talking eyebrows, upper lip, arm pits, stomach--the whole shebang. It seemed a little overkill to me, especially when she'd come back, bleeding from the armpits. Sure, they were hair-free and surprisingly smooth, but it didn't seem like a fair trade.

We were living at the beach, though, and I was a bit envious that she never had to bother with the quick 'touch ups' my other roommate and I scrambled to attend to before putting on our bikinis.

After much coaxing, I finally broke down and made an appointment with my roommate and her waxer, who I'll call Helga, not because that is her name but because typing it makes me giggle.

The day of reckoning finally arrived; D and I had back-to-back appointments with Helga. We got to the spa a couple of minutes early. I was nervously pretending to read magazines as D attempted to reassure me that it's not that bad, I won't have to come back for another 45 days, blah blah blah. Finally Helga came out, a short, willowy woman with a faint Eastern European accent and led us back into a room.

It was a small room, painted a pale peach color, with a candle burning in one corner and soft celtic music playing. In the middle of the room was a padded table, much like you'd find at a doctors office, with a line of butcher paper rolled down the middle. To one side of the table was a small tray with what looked like a mini-rice cooker sitting on top of it, surrounded by wooden popsicle sticks, cotton balls, and various bottles of lotions and ointments. Helga asked which of us was going first, and I pointed to D.

D and I had decided that I would stay in the room for her appointment. Apparently this is fairly common because there was a chair already set up in the corner. Unfortunately (or fortunately, I guess) the table and the chair were situated so as to give me a front row seat to the action taking place on the small strip of butcher paper.

Helga asked D to take off as much clothes as she felt comfortable with, and I was surprised to see D strip down, but leave her underwear on. D isn't really a modest person, and this small, surprising bit of modesty made her look vulnerable. My stomach started doing somersaults*.

Helga started with D's upper lip, then moved on to her armpits. Helga kept up a light banter the whole time, talking about her pet parrot and how her volleyball team did in their tournament last weekend. Tears were pooling in D's eyes as the hair was ripped from her armpits. I must have looked worried.

"Don't worry, Sarah, my armpits are the worst part," she told me.

Finally, D's va-jay-jay was the only area left. Helga asked if D wanted a simple bikini wax, or a Brazilian wax. D laughed and agreed to go whole hog--the Brazilian.

Helga took out what looked like a ponytail elastic and knotted D's underwear in such a way as to give her pretty much full access to the area in question. D flinched and whimpered as Helga relentlessly pulled strip after wax-and-pube-covered strip of linen from her womanly parts. Helga left no stone unturned in her quest for pubic hair. I couldn't look away. I honestly had no idea how ugly a vagina was until I watched Helga hunt down every last hair D had from her belly button to her anus. I was having some serious second thoughts. Legs were lifted, folds of skin were parted; it was like some weird ballet gone horribly, horribly wrong as Helga would tap D's leg to position her so as to best access D's nether regions.

Then, it was my turn. D hopped down from the table and wiped the tears from her eyes. "It's really not so bad," she offered half-heartedly as Helga changed the butcher paper.

I decided to make my humiliation complete, and stripped completely from the waist down. No weird ponytail elastic thong for me! I'd witnessed the thoroughness of Helga's search for pubes and figured modesty had no place in this room.

Keep in mind, I had no idea what to expect coming in to this appointment. From the day D made the appointment, I'd completely abandoned any attempts at trimming or landscaping my lady parts. I was laid out on the table, exposed to the world, looking like a 70's porn star.

Helga's eyes scanned the area in question, then flicked quickly up to my face. She pulled out a tiny pair of scissors.

"I'll just cut some of this back before we start," she breezed.

I could have died of humiliation. I thought I was doing the right thing, thinking it would be easier if there were more hair to take hold of, so to speak.

"I should have told you to trim, Sarah, I'm sorry," D said quietly. My face was so red. I felt like yelling out, Wedding Singer-style, "Information that you could have brought to my attention YESTERDAY!"

Instead, I lay there, wallowing in my humiliation as Helga snipped at my pubes. This was a bad idea, I was thinking.

Finally, it was time for the wax. I agreed to the Brazilian, thinking there was no point in half-assing it at this point. As Helga spread on the first application of the warm wax, I thought to myself that it felt oddly pleasant. Like a warm bath, but just for my privates. Then she applied the linen strip and I steeled myself for the pain.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" she asked as she rubbed the linen into the wax.

"Um, no," I replied. No one to admire your handiwork, I thought to myself.

She quickly pulled the strip off, and then looked at me with horror.

"What? What happened?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry," she stammered, "I didn't mean to take so much off at once." I was aghast. I had hardly felt anything.

"Damn, Sarah, it's like your hair just jumped off of your body!" D exclaimed.

With the knowledge that the worst was over and this wasn't actually going to hurt, I could focus more intently on the humiliation I was enduring. Helga found creases and crevices that even I wasn't aware of. I should have felt violated, but really I felt like I was molesting her. When she motioned for me to lift my legs up to give her a clear shot at my hiney, I prayed desperately that I wouldn't fart. D was still in shock at how easily my hair had separated itself from my body, and offered nothing by way of distraction.

Finally, it was over, and I was $65 poorer, plus the $20 tip I felt obligated to leave Helga. I got home and studied my naked woman parts in the mirror. Rather than feeling sexy, I felt dirty. I looked like I had a 10 year old's vagina.

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*I spelled this word right on the FIRST TRY! Go me...

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh. My. God.

This is my favorite story ever!

Marie said...

You are a brave, brave woman for going all out and getting a Brazilian. I just stick to the regular bikini wax. Otherwise I would cry and probably kick someone.

Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks said...

The real question is whether your friendship with D survived that experience. Shudder.

Anonymous said...

I encouraged my friend to get a bikini wax because she was always bitching about shaving. I took her to my waxer (waxing person?). When my friend came out of the room 30 minutes later, she hit me. Some friend she is, huh?!

Anonymous said...

I've been getting Brazilians for about 3 years now. I *still* pray that I don't fart every time I have to lift my legs up like that.

Anonymous said...

First of all, the panties were for you. I didn't want to ruin the innocence of your eyes. And yes, your "va-jay-jay" did look like a pedophiles dream.

Oh yeah, for the sake of our friendship I will pretend I didn't see the part about my "ugly va-jay-jay" you SOB :( Your lucky I don't hang a wax strip over your head. Though i must say, I really wouldn't mind seeing your hair voluntarily throwing itself from your head like some sick kamikaze pilots. The thought amuses me. Sleep well Sarah, sleep well. MUAHAHAHA.

Unknown said...

Oo, I've only had that done once, right before my wedding. And really, the armpits were the worst. Everything else seemed painless in comparison.

saratogajean said...

crissy - I'm sure you have better waxing stories.

marie - The humiliation was the worst part--not the pain. I still wanted to kick someone.

nilsa - We are still friends, but she has (recently) threatened to wax my head.

dingo - What? You didn't want to witness her humiliation? That's what real friends do.

liebchen - I guess they get less humiliating the more you get? Right?

anonymous (aka 'D') - Oh, a pedophile's dream. You know just how to make me vomit at my desk.
P.S. Don't wax my head! We both know it probably won't grow back. THEN how would you feel? Good? Probably not.

tova darling - It is definately a 'special occasion only' event.

Anonymous said...

I have two thoughts after reading this: 1) I cannot even imagine the strange google searches that will find this post, and 2) I am so glad that even the most metrosexual of my male grooming habits don't involve pain.

Kate said...

I've always been too shy to do it. I can't even totally unrobe when I get a massage, I can't imagine someone looking at my ladyparts.

alexa @clevelandsaplum said...

this is one of the funniest posts i have read in a very long time.

1. waxing my arm pits kind of makes me want to vomit.
2. the trimming of the pubies before a wax is a must and i'm sorry to laugh at the fact that helga did it for you. i would have been mortified too. dear lord.

i'm still giggling at my desk by the way.

Kate said...

OK, so, I've never had a Brazilian and now I never will. My pubes hurt just thinking about it!

saratogajean said...

restaurantrefugee - You men don't know how good you've got it. But I also can't wait to see what kind of perverts this post draws.

kate - After this episode, modesty is a thing of the past. Once you've paid someone to trim your pubes, all bets are off.

alexa - I still cringe thinking about it. How was I supposed to know?!?

kate - The physical pain was not the worst. It was more the emotional pain...

Rahul said...

Viva Brazil

Anonymous said...

Oh. My. God. Funniest account EVER! I've been waxed, but never the full Brazil... I don't know if I'm inspired or terrified, but KUDOS to you for getting it done! And what a hilarious account of the whole situation - thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

This line -- "I'll just cut some of this back before we start." -- just made my day.

saratogajean said...

rs27 - Sure. We'll see if you are singing the same tune after 25 minutes with Helga.

lily - No, thank you for reading.

arjewtino - I'm not sure of her exact words, but that's what I hear when I replay the scenario in my head.

Lump said...

holy crap. my shit hurts just reading this post.

"I prayed desperately that I wouldn't fart" -- oh my god my thoughts exactly. And probably one reason why I'm terrified to get a Brazilian.

so, is this too personal to ask - but you still rocking the Brazilian? and if so, is it worth it?

So@24 said...

Did I mention how much I love having external genitalia?

Kylie said...

Yeah, I've never been waxed, always wanted to try it, but now...not so much!! ;)
I think I'll keep to my regular trims and shaves!! Great post though!! Truly made my day!!

*~Dani~* said...

Wow. I thought my first waxing was traumatic but nothing like that. I cannot even imaging sitting there watching my friend in all her glory (in and out). Yikes!! Just yikes. I woul have left. You are a stronger woman than I.

LBluca77 said...

My vagina just looked at me and said "you better buy me a drink before we go to Brazil."

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saratogajean said...

lump - I am no longer rocking the brazilian, not because of the pain or humiliation, but because that shit gets expensive and also I got tired of having a tween's vagina.

so - No, but thanks for sharing.

kylie - This post was never meant to turn anyone off of waxing, just to let everyone know what to expect. You know, so you don't show up looking like you've got Shia LeBeouf in a leglock and have to get weed-whacked.

dani - It was definately an exercise in self-control.

lbluca77 - Smart vagina.

Anonymous said...

I think I can safely say that I love you. When my best friend's now-husband was in the Marines, she used to go visit him every few weeks so she'd get a bikini wax beforehand. I let her talk me into it once and the lady not only did a really shitty job - I ended up with some sort of really awful, random hairline - but it hurt like a mother. Never again.

Plus, I also feel like a 10 year old when I'm completely bare. Ick.

Brookie Brooke said...

Oh thank god, you've just written down every fear that I've ever had about waxing. I'll stick with my "touch-ups" before slipping into a bikini.

When in doubt. Scream like Adam Sandler. That's my philosophy. Also why Helga's handy work would go un-admired for me as well..Dangsies.

Toe said...

Thanks for the TMI. I have yet to cross this path in my life and it's nice to know how it is not as horrible as I think it might be but what about when it comes back? That must be the worst part!

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