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Friday, November 04, 2005

Been there.... Done that!!

A friend sent this message on to us yesterday...... We're still laughing!

"A girlfriend just told me her story of what she did last night...

My night began as any other, come home, fix dinner, bath the kids. Then I had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours, 'maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet' so I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits, no melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them onto your leg (or wherever) and you pull the hair right off. No mess, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I'm mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (ya think?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out, it's two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out thehairr dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees (cold wax, yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh, hold the skin tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am she-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extrodinaire.

With my next strip I move north, I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my who-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself.....RRRIIIPPP!!

I'm blind, blinded from pain!!!OH MY GOD!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted, I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums???

Breathe, breathe...OK back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair, I hold up the strip - there is no hair on it, where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX????

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair, the hair that should be on the strip. I touch, I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something, so I put my foot down. DAMN!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door, who-ha sealed shut! Butt sealed shut, penguin walk around thebathroom tryingg to figure out what to do. I think to myself 'what can I do to melt the wax?' Hot water melts wax, so I run the hottest water I can stand into the bath, get in, the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right? WRONG!! I get in the bath - the water is slightly hotter than is used to sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a bath full of scalding hot water. Which by the way doesn't melt cold wax. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor.

Now nothing feels better than having your girlie goodies covered in wax, glued shut and stuck to the bottom of a bath full of super hot water, than dry shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need post traumatic stresscounselingg for this event, but finally I see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!! It's so painful, but I really don't care, IT WORKS!! Isuccessfullyy remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.... ALL OF IT!! So I recklessly shave it off, heck, I'm numb by now, I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Watch this space....next week I'm going to try a home hair colour!!"

1 Comments:

At 4/11/05 15:14, Blogger Sal DeTraglia said...

LOL story. I think this clearly illustrates why MEN save their wax for skis.

Pity that women don't wear boxers (like MEN!). This whole "bikini line" thing would then become moot.

MEN, MEN, MEN, MEN
MEN, MEN, MEN, MEN
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK...

Oh, nevermind. I think I'll go wax my shoulders, or something.

Sal (gender withheld for personal reasons)

 

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