My last Bikini wax

Today, I thought I would entertain you with the story of my very last bikini wax. This is random and has nothing to do with this blog, but I was thinking about it during my drive home yesterday and thought I would share with you.

A couple of years ago, I went to have my monthly bikini wax at the shop that I always went, with the esthetician that I always see. Only she wasn't there that day. She had called in sick and was replaced with the bikini waxing, socially in-ept, blond with tight jeans and stilletos wearing, Enya.

Now, Enya was very nice at first glance. Surprisingly, after I removed all my clothing from the waist down, a laid on the bed in my g-string and black socks and spread my legs wide open, I felt very comfortable. She began applying the hot wax with the little wooden instrument and we started to chit chat about my summer, etc. While I was saying something, I can't remember what exactly but the point is that I was mid-sentence, she interupted me and said,

"Thank God you have a pretty face" referring to my out of control bikini line.

DEVASTATING yet makes for a good story...

the worst part was, I didn't get it at first (bit flighty at the best of times) so I responded with a "Thank you"