A guy came in for his first ever back wax. He had three friends with him for moral support, but that didn’t seem to ease his anxiety. He really didn’t want to take his shirt off. Unfortunately, I can’t wax a back with a shirt on so I needed to encourage him to remove it. When he got on the table, he told me he was as nervous as a dog at a Chinese restaurant.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
Do you remember the scene in Home Alone when the little boy puts after shave on his cleanly shaven face and screams? On our clean up stations at the salon, I have 2 bottles. A pointy bottle with oil in it to take the wax off your cooch and a pump bottle with hand sanitizer for your hands. When a woman put a liberal amount of hand sanitizer between her legs and started jumping up and down like she was on a pogo stick, I had to yell at her to stop jumping and start wiping!
Men often accompany their women in the room while I wax them. I don’t think all the guys motives are the same, but I don’t care one way or the other as long as they aren’t creepy. It’s not like they haven’t seen their woman’s junk before. But I got another interesting request not too long ago. One of the guys wanted to know how I felt about having one or two other couples in the room at the same time. And you wonder why I don’t teach grade school anymore?
When clients vacation in the winter, they will often wait a long time between waxes to make sure they remain totally hair-free throughout their trip. And since New York is so cold in the winter, it isn’t as imperative that we stay so impeccably groomed every month. One of my girls waited a really long time between waxes so she was perfect for Jamaica. The night before she came in for the wax, she had a dream that she had 6 inches of pubic hair which she was able to donate to locks of love.