Last night, I went into Bellos Salon and Spa 216 E Broadway in Seattle. The salon was beautiful. A sort of zen meets edgy Capitol Hill. I was excited to be a little pampered. I have a normal esthetician, but decided to look for one a little closer to home, this was a new salon so I had high hopes. When I checked in, they immediately sat me down and introduced me to the man, named Bluebear, who would be waxing me. Yes, man, but hey, it's Capitol Hill, and there's NOTHING sexual about getting OR giving a Brazillian wax!! He showed me into the room, a small room with relaxing music, and left me to change. All was good. Let the waxing commence. Now I have been getting Brazillian waxes done for a couple of years now, so I understand that there is a significant amount of pain that comes with it, which is why I have a drink or three before I go, but I could NEVER prepare myself for what was about to happen to my nether regions...
The wax was thick and not hot... It got stuck to my skin and pulled my hair... Just didn't pull my hair hard enough I guess 'cuz when he pulled the strip, none came out... So he went for it again, and again, and AGAIN... Over and over in the same spot... It took him a while to figure out that you need to hold the skin taught in order to get any result at all... It was miserable... He applied extra pressure to the strip thinking it would help, but all it did was bruise my pubic bone... I was quickly realizing that when he told me he had done two Brazillians earlier that day, that he was LYING! As he stood, sweaty over me, (did I mention he has a hormone disorder that causes him to sweat profusely?) I tried my best to coach him though it a bit and just prayed it would be over soon... But it wasn't over soon...
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