Wax on, Wax off

Whoo-Hoo! Today is the day of pain, also known as Wednesday.

So today was the second time for my eyebrow waxing and I have to say it went better than I expected. Both eyes did not squint and neither of them tried to vacate my face. So I consider that a success.

For the bikini waxing I had no frame of reference and the friends I had talked to all had different feelings about it. It is a lot like mammograms. The first time you go you are shocked that they can actually be squished that far down and still return to shape. It is like you have had way too much to drink and are having a grope fest with a machine and the lovely assistant. She pushes and pushes your breast on the glass plate, pushes the top down and announces you are not to breathe. No problem, I will just stand on my tippy toes and wear this giant ton of machinery on my breast. Absolutely fabulous.

Now at the ripe age of 45, I am a pro at the mammograms but some of my friends quake in fear and will cancel the appointment repeatedly. Bikini waxing is like that. Some friends said it was horrible pain, just like labor I was told. Some friends could dip their entire body in hot wax and rip off the tape without a flinch. I found it easier than my eyebrows. Of course, I did hiss and one time I almost ripped the technician's arm off of her body. Still I was able to finish, so I'm going with what a successful woman I am!

But for the second time in two days, while I was explaining my relationship status, I was told the same thing. "But you are gorgeous!" Very nice thing to be told. Both times I have said thank you and continued with the conversation. Today though I paused after she said it, because it seemed that if I was unattractive this would be an OK scenario. That unattractive people somehow deserve what happens to them and attractive people do not. Who picks who is attractive and who is not? Society? The media? It doesn't ring true to me. This didn't happen to me because I was pretty or not pretty enough as the case may be. This happened to me because someone was unfulfilled in their own life and the grass looked greener outside this marriage.

My outside appearance has nothing to do with the person I am. Sure I want to look good and I work hard at it. I think everyone works hard at it. But I like the person I am inside more than I did before and that is what counts in my book.

So the day of pain ends on a high note. I am hairless. I am learning how to make a martini. I have a new Robert B. Parker book. Success!