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“Sweetheart, sometimes I think you just want to be found. You aren’t trying very hard at all.”

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So, I think I encountered a sadist in a real-world situation. It was interesting.

I got a wax today. It’s all gone and I literally cannot stop looking at it and touching it. Because I’m far too easy to please. And it’s so damn smooth.

Usually, I keep to a routine of every six weeks, but my recent two months abroad threw it off. For those of you who don’t know, if you don’t wax for a while, the hair comes in thick and it hurts much more than usual to have it waxed. 

I’ve had a sneaking suspicion for a while now that my esthetician had a sadistic streak. Not for the stereotypical “oh she rips off waxy paper from my vagina” reason. But more for her demeanor while she carries it out and the little comments she makes. This theory may have been confirmed today after the following exchange:

Her: I’m pacing myself. I’m trying not to torture you.

Me: Thanks.

Her: Because, you know, if I wanted to torture you, I’d just use a bigger strip and pull slowly. 

And then there was this happy little distant smile that was gone as soon as it came.