As I lay on the paper-covered table with my panties off and my legs in the air, I was struck by the bond that I have formed with the girl who waxes my bikini line. The relationship I have with my aesthetician has outlasted any relationship I’ve ever had with a man. Being between ex-boyfriends (heh!), I quickly came to realize that this girl knows my vagina better than anyone. As she stood over me with her head in my crotch, covering me with hot wax and telling me to brace myself because she was “going in”, I was able to see that she and I have one of the closest relationships I’ve ever had. What a job.
She knows me better than I know myself. In fact, she knows me so well she could probably Google Map my vagina. In the absence of a proper boyfriend, she was spending more time with my prized pleasure center than anyone – myself included!
I dedicate this post to my long-suffering aesthetician (come on – even though I had laser hair removal, I’m still half Italian…) who always sticks her head in my crotch with enthusiasm, dedication and pluck. Ouch!