And before I went on vacation, I had my very first ever Brazilian wax.  And my very first ever spray tan…so I wouldn’t be transparent and mistaken for a jelly fish when I went to the beach. 

But, boy, wow.  Is it out of fashion now for bloggers to talk about waxing?  I know it’s not really a taboo to talk about it anymore; but is it cliche?  Oh, well this is my blog and if I want to talk about my bikini wax, I SHALL DO SO. 

Yes, it was quite painful.  Far, far more painful than anyone could have prepared me for.  But what was not painful was looking my waxer in the eye while she looked at my vagina!  I even mentioned the fact that I was not embarrassed to look right at her when she yanked out my particularly stubborn pubic hair with a pair of sharp tweezers.   Nope, not me!  We talked about all sorts of things, like what color she should paint her bathroom.  My favorite part of the conversation was when she was applying pressure to my profusely bleeding labia that she cut open (with actual SCISSORS) when she was trimming my hair and we talked about the weather.  It was a very informative meteorological discussion.  And I only lost a pint of blood!  So worth it!

And we were soon fast friends because later that night I saw her at a restaurant and without hesitation she asked if my delicate labia had stopped bleeding…in front of 297 people.  Friends forever!