With my favorite waxist of all times leaving me for a boy in
Santa Barbara, I’m back to finding a new one.
Which is really unfortunate considering she has seen my vagina more
often than anyone else in San Diego.
Seriously.
Every four weeks for
almost a year and a half now… not to mention the first time we were together in
Sacramento!
When she first left me in Sacramento, I had the MOST
HORRIBLE waxing experience of my entire life.
She did apply pressure after removing the wax strip, and when I got
home, I realized she didn’t even remove all of the wax. Though, I didn’t realize it until I had to
pee, pulled my pants down, and felt a ripping sensation.
I looked in the mirror and realized my vagina looked like it
had blue zebra stripes on it from all the wax that was still stuck to me.
But even that is better than trying to do it yourself.
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