I’ve been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax. You know…Going bare down there. All off. Smooth as a baby’s bottom. Bald. My girlfriend and I were getting our eyebrows threaded a few months ago and the subject came up as we were reading the price list. Brazilian wax-$35.

My friend- “You ever did that?”

Me: “No, have you?”

My friend-”No.”

Me: “You want to?” “We can have a shot of Hen. I’ll hold your hand.”

My friend- “Girl, No!” she said clutching her purse giving me the side eye.

Getting my (Vagina- too textbook, thing/privates-too 6th grade and then there’s the P word which I can only bring myself to say in the throws of passion. And even then I feel like I am being a bad girl,wink) waxed is on my summer to do list along with a beach vacation and list of books I want to read. Let’s put it out there, I have never really done any kind of maintenance in that area (yes, we are dangerously going in that TMI area:) But I’ve always had that adventurous streak, you know that I’ll try anything once mentality. So why haven’t I? Okay, I’ll say it, I’m a little scared. I think about the discomfort of my eyebrows being done x20 and in a much more sensitive area.

Look, I am no wimp and I am no stranger to pain. Ten years ago I gave birth to an eight lb. baby with no epidural. I repeat NO EPIDURAL!!! It was medieval. No numbing of the lower body, no stick to bite down on. So having the hair on my “girl” ripped off after being covered in hot wax should be a walk in the park huh? I tell myself this but the hair still stands up on my arm as I think about it. But more than being scared, there is just something about the thought of letting some strange woman who is not my doctor, look at, put her hands on and snatch the hair off of my _______(fill in the blank with your word of choice).

I’ve read other people’s experiences on the web and in magazines and they almost all say that the end result is worth the embarrassment and the pain. So… the only way I’ll ever know is if I do it. And I am gonna do it. The adventurous side of me won’t let it go. I have to see what it’s like. One of these days, I am gonna take a good soak, go have a margarita (ok, two) and I am going to do it. And this time I won’t forget to bring a stick.