Brazilian Wax

Alright, so this might be TMI, but like many women, once a month I like to get waxed down there. It's usually a pretty easy experience when I'm home in the states. I schedule an appointment with Donna and lay awkwardly on the table for fifteen minutes while she rips away at my unwanted hair. We've built up a good relationship over the years so we usually chat about life while this is going on. It's slightly painful, but Donna is great at her job.

My first few months away from Donna were definitely memorable ones. At my first attempt at finding a salon, the women doing the wax kindly told me that my hair was too long to be waxed (I went even earlier than I usually do because I was near the beach, but she must know what she's talking about, right?). WRONG. Before I knew what she was doing, she had a pair of small scissors out, trimming at my already short hair. She slipped and nearly cut right through one of my lips (probably TMI again). For some reason, this didn't send me running yet. Once the waxing process began, she couldn't get a lot of the hairs and finished by telling me to take a razor to them when I got home. This really seemed to defeat the purpose of getting waxed. Let's just say that I didn't go back to her.

My next visit was even more terrifying. I arrived at this beautiful spa, thinking that I really hit the jackpot this time. WRONG AGAIN. While I was laying on the table, the woman who barely spoke English started putting the wax on my most sensitive parts and it was HOT. Like really hot. I told her this, so for the next application, she held the wax in front of a nearby fan before putting it on. Guess what, it was still really hot. I let her know that it was hot, hot, hot!! I still can't believe what happened next. This woman, a professional, bent over and started BLOWING on my lady bits!!! I was honestly left speechless. Once this was finished, I spoke to the manager and told her that her employee would not be receiving a tip from me and that it was an awful experience.

I found myself in yet another country looking for somewhere to get waxed again. I searched high and low, but couldn't seem to find anything anywhere. I eventually decided to ask my teammate that is from here if she knew of anywhere to get the job done. She had no idea what I was talking about and I was left to explain the process to her. She replied by saying that they don't do that here. She usually buys 'shampoo' for that. (I'm assuming that she meant Nair or something of the sort.) Let's just say that me and my razor are looking forward to being back state side with Donna.