I know you are all too familiar with the beauty of Groupons and Living Social deals. The lure of 50% off is so tempting, you find yourself snapping up a deal for a discounted Brazilian bikini wax, assuming that some esthetician you barely know will get your area in tip top shape for summer and romantic escapades.
Fast forward to the actual appointment, and some lovely woman who is actually quite nice, let's call her Patty, starts getting intimately acquainted with your lady bits sans gloves. In your head, you are thinking - HOLY CRAP PATTY WHY DON'T YOU PUT SOME FREAKIN GLOVES ON!
Instead of speaking up, you just grin and bear it. (Get it, that's funny, cuz getting hair ripped out of your vagina totes hurts like a mofo) Once the torture is over, Patty tells you to rub some almond oil on your area to soothe the skin, since it currently looks like you've got a sunburn in place where the sun don't normally shine. It's great, she assures you, and won't irritate anything. Riiiiiight. At this point not only are you grossed out by the no glove wearing, you also think she's a dirty hippie.
Patty leaves the room, and like an idiot, you trust she was right about the hippie oil and make sure you don't miss any spots. You get dressed and go pay your discounted rate with pride. You tip extra because you feel slightly bad about how cheap it was. Everything seems great, until the next day when it looks like a radioactive bomb went off in V-Town.
All you can think about is how she wasn't wearing gloves, and just how many vaginas does Patty touch in one day. You start to hyperventilate, because you have no idea how to call your doctor and say "Hi there I think I may have caught an STD from a lady who gave me a bikini wax." You think for two seconds, decide you don't have to explain it to the doc, and make an appointment for your annual exam. Way to kill two birds with one stone.
Feeling better now, you eagerly anticipate when your doctor will give your ladybits the stamp of approval, but in the back of your mind you are still convinced it must be gonorrhea. When appointment day finally arrives, you sheepishly tell your doc the reason for your visit is because you think your bikini waxer gave you something. Your doc chuckles, but you can tell she thinks you are certifiable. You explain the almond oil, and your doctor confirms the problem you are having is most likely an allergic reaction. Still, you insist on getting blood taken so you can know for sure.
Two weeks later, your bloodwork postcard arrives, and the only item of note is you are low in calcium and vitamin D. You breathe a huge sigh of relief since there are no STDs circled, feel bad for a fleeting instant because you had such a poor opinion of the esthetician, but then go right back to to being grossed out she didn't wear gloves. Ick.
Moral of the story kids - I am a compulsive worrier - but also, be careful who you let get fresh with your lady parts. You never know when an esthetician might give you a communicable disease. Also, beware discounted spa services. It turns out you shouldn't just trust anyone with a spatula and hot wax.
What's your worst salon/beauty service experience? Tell me in the comments!
Peace, love & latex,
♥LJ♥