Sunday, February 6, 2011
My Vagina Takes One for the Team
As an aside, I'd like to lobby against calling any place a spa where they burn your hair out by the roots using light sabers.
I saddled up and talked about the weather while the tech prepped the area. That's code for shaved my kitty, but who wants to tell people they shave strangers' vaginas all day at work? I donned my protective glasses (wait a sec - these lasers have the power to blind me and you're going to aim them at my goodies?) and we did the deed.
She warned me that the sensation would feel like someone snapping a rubber band against me. I would inform you that the sensation more closely resembled electrocution, but then I've never crammed my labia in a light socket, so I can't say for certain. I would, however, happily challenge any man to go have his nut sack lasered and report back his thoughts.
My mom was going to have her upper lip done with her gift certificates, but to my amusement the tech informed her that her lip fuzz is too blonde and it won't work. I helpfully offered up my vagina (it's always happy to take one for the team), so now I get six free laser sessions instead of just three. My mom gets a much lighter wallet and a hairy lip.
But I'm sure my boyfriend will send her a thank-you card.