I showered today and put on make-up. I know. Then I waved to my husband and headed out. I had plans to lunch with a girlfriend, but before, I wanted to get my eyebrows waxed.
I drove the one block to my place where I always go, where everybody knows my name. (Cue Cheer’s Theme song.) The girl at the front desk motioned me to go back to the waxing room. She used to walk me back there, but now we’re tight, so she just kind of looked over her shoulder like, “Well, you know the drill.”
I walked into the tiny room, placed my purse on the small folding chair and laid back on the table (noting that the sheet covering it was the same Southwestern pattern as the last time I got my eyebrows waxed and the time before that.) I waited for a few minutes listening to the zen music playing in the background, trying to ignore the potential germs residing on the unwashed sheet before a cute little Asian woman walked in.
She tugged her shirt up and said with a giggle, “Got to cover up the boobies.”
I laughed and then pulled my own (slightly) low cut shirt up and said, “I’ve been covering up the boobies all day.”
She responded, “No, no. If you’ve got ’em…show ’em.” And then she leaned down and winked at me.
We laughed a little. Then she got to work, waxing my brows. During the process, she complimented them, “They’re so thin and pretty.”
I replied, “They’re too thin. I hate them. I wish I had thicker eyebrows, but I’ve never been able to grow them.”
She shushed me, saying, “No, yours are perfect.” We quieted our conversation as she applied hot wax and ripped off strips of cloth from my face.
After the waxing was complete, she put the special balm over my brows. It has a cooling effect and takes the sting away immediately. I sighed my approval. Then she kept applying it to my entire face. I mentioned that I had make-up on and that she didn’t need to bother with it, but she tapped my forehead and said with authority, “Shhh…you like it.”
I shhhh’d and let her rub my face.
Then she decided to take it further South and began to massage my shoulders. Then my chest. Did I mention how low cut my shirt was? This is not the typical eyebrow waxing I normally get.
When she finished, she showed me my eyebrows in the mirror and complimented how pretty they were. Truth – they were. She did an amazing job. We admired them in the reflection of the hand mirror together. Then I got up from the table and collected my purse, heading out to pay.
She followed me to the reception desk.
As she rang me up, she asked while arching an eyebrow, “Do you work out?”
I nervously laughed and said, “Um, yes,” as I handed her my credit card.
“I can tell. I was looking at your legs while we walked,” she said handing me my credit card slip.
Maybe she was just fishing for a large tip…
Maybe she caught one.
Either way, I left with a bit of an inflated ego and what may or may not have been my first lesbian experience.
I went home and touched up my makeup then went straight to lunch where I retold the story and ordered one or two stiff margaritas. Does anyone else need a cigarette?
Um, I started to crave a cigarette right around this part:
“Shhh…you like it.”
hahahahahaha. Love reading this post when I had heard a tidbit of the story before. xoxo
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It still makes me laugh. The way she tapped my forehead and shh’d me. I proceeded to get tipsy on margaritas and send people private messages all over the interweb. Is that the new drunk dialing?
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Oh, for sure! When I’m tipsy, I totally drunk message. Do I have to even tell you that? You’ve been the recipient of them!
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Yeah, what she said.
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*winks* Don…you always find us together, don’t you?
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Be grateful it wasn’t a bikini wax? Or be disappointed? 😀
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I may go to this little hole in the wall to wax my brows, but my nether regions need a clean sheet. I have standards, you know? But wait…maybe I should refer her to this other place…hmmmm.
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This was definitely a lesbian experience. There’s no way in hell people massage your boobies and look at your legs while you walk just for quick tips. Congratulations girl! Happy ending indeed! 😉
And you reminded me of my first lesbian experience. It was back in 2002 when I didn’t even know girls did that to each other. Gotta write about that!
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Oh well, you must tell me when it’s published. I need to…um…research first lesbian experiences. Yeah, that’s it.
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I have thick unruly eyebrows (there will come a time when it will be eyebrow, singular) so I have had my fair share of waxing and threading, and nobody has ever massaged my boobies. So I say yes, congratulations, you are a lesbian!
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Awesome. I’ve always wondered, you know? And, Claire, I can see in your photo there *points to photo* your brows are beautiful. I wish I had thick brows.
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I’m now feeling like my eyebrow waxings are missing a certain something..,
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I can just see a revolution. Women raid their nail/wax salons and demand happy endings. I can’t wait!
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They are legal in my city 🙂
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Happy Ending for sure…that woman wanted you! Nice mama, I bet she requests to do your waxing every time you go now!
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A girl can hope!
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I kinda wanna get MY eyebrows waxed now…
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I’ll bet you do, TD. *winks*
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You may have just single-handedly ruined eyebrow waxing for the rest of the world. You have to be sure to get the same girl when you go back. This could become a series. The Penis Monologues and The Lesbian Chronicles!
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Oh, Sandy. I love the way your mind works!!!
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I feel disappointed that this is your first semi-lesbian experience, and sad that I never get drunk messaged by any hot ladies or even average looking ladies or men. My neighbor ass dials me from time to time when he’s drunk, so I guess that’s something. You know that your workouts are doing the trick when the Asian hair puller lady notices your toned legs and back and ass and quads and stuff. Keep that up.
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Ooh. Ass dialing sounds hot.
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After going through my phone and looking at old messages, I found that I only drunk messaged a few ladies. I wonder if it had anything to do with the aforementioned experience…
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Note to self: wear a low cut shirt to get my eyebrows waxed. My boobies would appreciate a squeeze or two.
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It wasn’t even that low cut, Dana! But yeah…I think all boobies appreciate a squeeze or two. We should make that a billboard.
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Eyebrow waxing with happy endings? Lesbian experiences with boobie squeezing and compliments for tips?! Is this what really goes on in these places?
I’ll have to ask Honey what happens when she gets waxed. Clearly she has been holding out on me 😉
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What happens at the salon stays at the salon. Kind of like the gentleman’s club.
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I couldn’t focus on the story because I couldn’t get passed the hot pic of you! Get some b……. I get my brows done on occasion and it has never gone down like that for me. I need boobs……..
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Then you’d never leave the house.
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Bwa, ha, ha ha…. 🙂
But she is absolutely right, if you got it then flaunt it….
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You think? *looks at cleavage, pulls shirt down a little more* If you (and she) say so!
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😀
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A year or so ago, when I was working out much more regularly, I caught a lesbian at my gym checking out my butt. It was the high point of my week…maybe my month!
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I have a strict philosophy that when a woman checks you out, or compliments you, it’s five times greater than a man because women are bitches and super critical. On a different very unlesbian note, I was in the locker room at my gym the other morning, and this older woman was just getting out of the shower. I swear, my friend and I were talking about how modest my friend is because we were taking before and after pictures, and while we are having this conversation, the woman puts one leg up on the bench and starts drying her lady bits very vigorously in front of us. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. That is what you call irony.
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I dimmed the lights and smoked a cigarette while reading this. Hoping there is a chapter two. 😉
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I’ll bet you did, Phil. Weren’t we going to write some smut together with Beth once? Maybe it’s time.
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Awesome! I always go over 20% for unsolicited hand-work, It’s my policy.
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Dude, she got a good tip, and not just because my eye brows looked amazing.
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That’s it. I’m switching salons…
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It’s a long drive, Laura, but we can go together. *winks*
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Note to men, my boyfriend goes with me to get pedicures – I didn’t catch on the first few times, but he always got the young ladies with the big boobies, low shirt, whatever, he tips big and pays for mine too, who cares, he leaves with me, we go to lunch. 😍! Everyone is happy. Couples massage, whole other story, he has to have big huge man, because his back is so bad! Hahah! Pay back!
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The first time I took my husband for a pedicure, he got saddled with this cute little man, and he was so uncomfortable that I asked my lady to switch with him. He would go much more often if he got a good view of the boobies. I may have to make a special request next time.
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I know, especially since I have none, I am like whatever. He “foots” the bill! Boyfriend is almost 50, I am 40, I doubt he is leaving because I don’t have boobies. lol. And if I had to do pedicures on nasty men’s feet, I would get a good push up bra, a low cut shirt, and work it, for a good tip too! 👏🎉😊!!’ Have a great weekend!!
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To me this sounds funny 😛
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She love you long time. hahaha
awesome.
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Ha! Oh my gosh, took me forever to get over here but it was so worth it. This reminds me of Beth’s threesome proposal in the kitchen. I must be doing something wrong, women so rarely try to rub my boobs or get me in their beds.
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Hmmm…you’re going to the wrong places, Aussa. We might need to cure this. It’s a whole new level of flattery because when a girl says/does it, she means it.
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You have no idea how much I laughed at “Shhh…you like it.”
Back when I lived in NY, I used to get my legs waxed by the same woman for about 15 years. She was a large, soft-spoken Russian woman who was around 45 when I was 20. She massaged the hell out of my legs after each waxing, and I always thought (hoped?) that was a normal part of the process.
Needless to say, when I went to other waxists, the massage didn’t happen. Two things occurred to me: One, the massage had definitely not been normal. Two, I missed it.
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When she said, “Shhh…you like it,” she wasn’t lying. I went back last week before I left for Austin for a clean up, but my girl wasn’t there. I totally understand the “Two.”
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It wasn’t until I’d read the whole post I realized why you used the title you did!
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Haha. Glad you read the entire post then!!
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