But going to a waxer is different.
Without the white medical coat, the tie, and the Harvard degree, things take on a totally different vibe.
Things go from clinical to peep show real fast when you’re laying on a table, butt naked from the waist down, waiting for someone wearing jeans and a t-shirt to go poking around your in-between. And even if they’re wearing scrubs, that’s not fooling me into thinking that they are nursey or doctory. There’s a place just down the road from my house where I could go buy my own scrubs if I wanted to. I could wear them everywhere everyday, but that doesn’t mean you should let me give you a colonoscopy.
Thank God.
So finding someone that makes you feel comfortable and trusty is kind of a big deal.
After trying a few different people I had finally found one that I loved. The pain level was low, the conversation was fun, and the awkwardness wasn’t even an issue because we were having such a good time talking that I totally forgot she was grooming my cracks and