Bikini Martini Wax.

I get a Sphinx bikini wax (completely bare, everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is waxed off) every two weeks. My current boyfriend says that he doesn’t really mind either way, but he sure gets excited when he sees a fresh wax. I have an appointment to get one tomorrow. It hurts. The actually wax stripping off part isn’t that bad (don’t get me wrong, it still hurts), but oddly enough, the wax is so hot that it kind of hurts (since it doesn’t normally experience such variations in temperature in that area). So Mila, my wax lady, tells me take an Advil an hour before my appointment, to ease the pain. It doesn’t work. So she tries to use an exorbitant amount of “numbing” spray. It doesn’t work and it smells funny. So I just deal with it and try to absorb the current song on the world radio station they listen to at the salon. I also think it’s funny that I’m lying half naked on the table while she finishes waxing my eyebrows. It’s not that uncomfortable though because I’ve gotten used to Mila. She’s not so bad. After she’s completed my Sphinx, she always says “Have fun”. I love it.