A woman made faces at me, tried protecting her privates but got wax on her hands, growled at me, then told me she hated me. It wasn’t her first Brazilian with me either. Another example of a love-hate relationship.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
A girl kept grabbing her lower stomach while I was trying to do her Brazilian. I asked her to move her hands. She said she didn’t want to, because it was comforting to hold onto her fat.
Sometimes blood will seep through the pores during a Brazilian. Don’t let that deter you from getting it done. There is never that much blood that a vampire would ever take notice.
The average Brazilian takes me less then 10 minutes, so there is no reason to pop a zombie pill. The process is really no big deal. It’s the afterward that is the amazing big deal.
Fuck is the number one swear word said in the waxing room. When a girl screamed “Holy Fuck” the other day, I told her that I love when fucking becomes holy.
As many of you know, we have a small dog named Bandit that often comes to the salon. There are times that you may have even seen Mark grooming him. Yesterday, a girl said she was going to ask if we did pet grooming when she called for the appointment. Since Mark does such a good job with Bandit, I thought she really wanted her pet groomed. Nope, she meant the pet between her legs.
The same cop said he’d rather be in a fist fight every day of the week and twice on Sunday’s then get the middle of his back waxed.
~waxing men are so funny!~
I was waxing a cop’s back when he said he’d rather be tasered then have his neck waxed.
I don’t understand why people cop an attitude when they come in for a Brazilian. Don’t they know how much power I have with that hot wax, Popsicle stick and their privates? A girl found us online and read the reviews and checked out our website. She walks into the salon and asks me, in a fairly rude manner, if I have any experience. I smiled and said that not only have I been waxing for 20 years, I also wrote a book about it. So, yea, I have a little experience.
Who needs shark week to live dangerously? Get a Brazilian!