Warning that this post may fall into the TOO MUCH INFORMATION category, so I suggest you stop reading if you might become uncomfortable. You are fully warned.
Before starting my little adventure in Ottawa, I didn't get a chance to get my regular bikini sugaring done at my usual place. I didn't really care all that much, until I saw that there was only one dressing room, and we would all be changing together, at which point I began to feel a little self conscious, so I figured I would just find a place in Ottawa. I set out researching places and came across one that was not too far from where I was staying that seemed to get good online reviews and booked an appointment.
I found my way down there without getting lost (woowhoo!) and waited in the very pretty waiting room for my turn. When I went in the room it looked a little bit different, but not alarmingly so, a paper-covered table in the middle of the room with a towel on it was waiting for me. As a little Korean woman ushered me in, she asked me to get undressed and cover myself with the towel. Now, usually I get a little pair of paper underwear to put on as well, but I didn't see any, so I asked her if I should keep my underwear on. "No, no, all off" She answered. Okay, this was going to be different!
I waited on the table with a little towel covering everything important. The little Korean woman came back in and got to work, and I started chattering as to distract myself from guessing when the pain would start. First off, I have to say, thank god I'm not that shy, 'cause she was lifting my legs up and poking around all over the place. As I babbled about the show I was doing and what kinds of things I want to do while I'm here, I didn't notice that she had taken off a little bit more than a usual bikini... and I paused my babble to try to figure out how to ask what exactly was going on... at the exact same time, she suddenly realized it too. "Oh no" she said. Not exactly the best thing to hear... "I started to do a brazillian" Well that makes a lot more sense. "Do you want me to finish it up or just do the bikini on the other side?" It was a pretty funny question given that one way would leave me completely lopsided, and so I figured it was better to just let her finish the thing.
Overall, there's really the same kind of pain no matter what kind of wax/sugaring you get, it just lasts a little longer, the more you get taken off! Luckily (very luckily) my lady was ridiculously quick and had been doing it for 15 years, so she knew exactly what she was doing. That is key. The other very funny moment came when she asked me "Do you want me to do underneath?" I had no idea what she was talking about. "I'm sorry, what?" "Under, you know, under" I was still puzzled "your bum?" Oh, now I got it. "No, nope, I'm good! Thanks anyway" I was very quick to pipe out.
A little special cream later and I was done! It wasn't as bad as I would have expected, but we'll see how I am doing a little later on today... Have to say though ladies, I dunno why you do it! I feel like a prepubescent girl. I don't think I'll be doing the full monty again. I'll stick with my little bikini waxes, thank you!
The way home was also a really interesting adventure. I ran into a person I knew and was happily chatting as a man from the back of the bus walked in between us, looked me in the eye and said "You smell bad, take a shower" and moved to the front of the bus and sat down. I didn't know what to respond with so I said "Oh, okay." And watched as he told the man next to him that I smelled bad and waved his hand in front of his nose.
I have to admit that for about thirty seconds I wondered if maybe I did smell. As some of you might recall from a previous post about deodorant, I am a little self conscious about smells. I knew I put on deodorant just before I left so that couldn't be it. Perhaps he could smell the cream or something? For those thirty seconds I was sure that everyone at the front of the bus was looking at me, and thinking I smelled bad. It was a paranoia I haven't felt probably since middle school. Gosh, it is such a horrible feeling to think everyone is making fun of you! Anyway, it was just a very crazy man, I soon discovered as everyone around him in turn moved seats as far away from him as they could get, and with every move, he would point his middle finger at them until they saw it.
When I had reached my stop, I could see from my peripheral that he was pointing his middle finger at me the entire time I waited for the bus to stop, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of letting him know I had seen it, until I was on the sidewalk safely off the bus, as which point I flashed him a giant grin, in a "Kill em with kindness" fashion.
Oh, just a regular day in good ol' Ottawa!
Love and Kindness all.
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