In the Pink...

Getting a bikini wax is quite a bonding experience. Not only do you end up bonding with the woman ripping hair off in between your legs, but it does seem to be a topic of conversation between women friends. As i was going in for my monthly manicure i couldn't help but think that this woman holding up my left leg up in the the air while shmearing a warm green goo on my nether-regions has a more intimate view of me than most guys I date. Seriously, a good brazillian takes at least 20 minutes. That is quite a chunk of time. Think about the last time you were downtown and how long you took? Frankly i have known her for a good 10 years and while she is ripping, we are rapping. I ask about her kids, she asks about dance. We talk about restaurants and movies and sometimes even dating. This is probably one of the most intimate relationships i have ever had.

In addition to knowing about my life - she has a perspective of me that I just don't have. I guess I could take the time to look, but still haven't got around to it at least not for a full 20 minutes. I have profound respect for her sense of professionalism as she pulls out her tweasers to make sure everything is even. This is one of those moments as she is completely between my legs I begin to think about how strange this would be on a date. I actually haven't had the experience of some guy telling me i am uneven. But her - she cares. She would notice. I appreciate this level of TLC.

As for my girlfriends - we spend inordinate amounts of time discussing this topic - who do you go to? Does it hurt? Do you go for the brazillian? How often do you go? How does it feel to be bald? And of course, there is always a virgin waxer in the crew. Being old-school (i have a lot of wax cred), I tend to be the "go to" for wax advice. I love these moments discussing skin sensitivity, ingrowns, and the best underwear to show off your new do. My friends and i have a great sense of humor about all this. We come up with new "hairstyle" ideas and sometimes even show them off.

Unfortunately, I find my waxer doesn't really have the same sense of humor. I did once make the mistake of calling the brazillian the pedophile special - that didn't go over too well and is probably the biggest near dealbreaker in my lasting relationships at the bikini wax shop. Hair ripping is serious business and I almost sabotaged one of my oldest relationships. We have since made up but i was quite concerned I'd have to date for a while until i found my new perfect wax relationship.