The Waxing Diaries

My Staff

2012-01-11T16:01:00.002-06:00

Thought you would enjoy meeting my staff. First of all, let me introduce Jeanette. Jeanette is the "Terminator" of hair removal, thus we came up with her nickname "The Waxinator". Jeanette is my "right arm" at Brows to Brazilians. She is all business when it comes to waxing. She has been in the esthetics industry for years, and her clients, both women and men, love her dearly. I LOVE HER DEARLY....meet The Waxinator:

Neely aka The Waxidermist, runs my second location in San Antonio "The Wax Bar". Prior to working for me, she had a glam job working with several physicians around town. When a former employee walked out on me with no notice (she was boring anyway), I called Neely and pretty much begged her to come and run The Wax Bar. Run she did, and our business has tripled because of Neely. The only thing I hate about her, she's so darned gorgeous! (J/K) Meet Neely, The Waxidermist. She's got your Rx for hair removal !

And then there's Angela. You know that saying "watch out for the quiet ones"? Angela has become "super waxer" in a short time. Her clients adore her. We affectionately gave her the name "The Waxinatrix". (I think she kinda likes it!) Meet the Waxinatrix:

And then there's, well uh, me. I'm the Wax Slinger. I love romantic quiet evenings and long walks on the beach (NOT). Any way, hope you have enjoyed meeting my staff.

xoxoxo

The Wax Slinger

Smooth Runners Go Faster !!!

2011-11-11T16:59:00.000-06:00

Hey everyone! Been a while since the Wax Slinger has blogged....Girl's been ~~busy~~ lazy!

But anyway, wanted to let you know that the San Antonio Rock & Roll Marathon is happening this weekend, Sunday, November 13th. The runners will be taking a route that goes by our little shop, The Wax Bar, on Main Avenue. We'll be out there cheering you on...Stop and say hi, and grab a coupon for 15% off your next wax at the Wax Bar....and in case you didn't know:

XOXOXOXO

The Wax Slinger

The Window Washer

2011-09-08T20:22:00.000-05:00

Ok, I swear this happened...I'm not making it up...I was waxing a regular client one day...female, brazilian, yada, yada, yada... Having our usual enjoyable conversation.....when all of the sudden...wack ! swush! swush some more! I looked over at my picture window that was dressed with privacy blinds (that were mostly closed, I say MOSTLY)...and I see this guy washing my window. Now, just so you know, this window is to the back of my building, protected by a wooden fence and trees. Normally, I could leave the blinds completely open, and not have to worry about privacy. But there stood the window washer...and he kinda looked like this:

So, panic sets in (on my part, not the client)....I attempt to calmly explain to her that there is a guy washing our window, but I don't think he can really see in, so she can be assured that her privacy is in tact. *me sweating bullets*

What does she say? "Hey Wax, let's make the guy's day. Crank open those blinds "just a little"...

Just another day in the life of the Wax Slinger....

xoxoxo

Intro - The Waxing Diaries

2011-09-01T06:00:00.000-05:00

So begins the blogging. Let me introduce myself, and then you can decide whether this blog may be an interesting read. I am "The Wax Slinger". I've been slinging wax in South Texas for 10 years now. What does a "wax slinger" do, and why should this be an interesting read? Technically, my license lists me as an esthetician, or facialist. Traditionally, an esthetician does facials and skin care treatments, with a little waxing thrown in here and there to shape eyebrows, remove that mustache off your upper lip, etc. Can you say "boring" ???

Several years back I made the decision to specialize in hair removal via waxing. I like to call this "extreme body waxing". Everything from legs, chest, back, inner nostrils, nipples, and the ever-so-popular Brazilian, both male and female. Yes, people pay me to rip their hair out. They pay me very well in fact, and many of them return for this ritual every month. You can just imagine the type of relationship that develops when you have your face up in someone's junk, month in and month out. The stories I hear and the stories I have to tell. I like to think of myself as the Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City) of the waxing world. Just so you know, the names have been changed to protect the "not so innocent". So sit back, hold on tight, and get ready to "pee your pants" as I reveal

"The Waxing Diaries"

The Biker

2011-08-31T16:46:00.004-05:00

A few years back I was meeting with a new male client. He was coming in for a male Brazilian waxing session. Yep, "back,sac, and crack". When he walked into my studio, I noticed that he was wearing his "colors"...For those of you who don't know, this is slang for a motorcycle rider who belongs to a certain club or gang, and proudly displays their affiliation on a leather vest with patches identifying the club. The really bad ones like Hells Angels and Bandidos, are called "one percenters", Here's an example of a guy wearing colors:

Ok, he didn't look as scary as this mongol dude, but you get my drift. Now I know what you're asking yourself right about now. How does the Wax Slinger know of such things? Well," moi" happens to ride a 2006 Harley Davidson Softail Deluxe, blacked out with Bassani short shot pipes, a Stage 1 done on the carborator, that gives me more "rear thrust". (Did I really just say "rear thrust" on a brazilian waxing site???)

Yeah I can walk the walk and talk the talk with the best of them...but before you guys out there (and some of you girls) start fantasizing about me waxing you while wearing my black leather chaps, let me clear something up.

But the thing is, I wear scrubs to work, so there's no way "Biker Dude" could have known that I ride an 800 pound Harley, and proudly wear colors of my own.

As Biker Dude settled in for his manzilian, I chatted it up as I usually do with new clients. Before I knew it, I was rattling on about motorcycles. He asked me if I had my own bike, and I proceeded to tell him all about my ride. Then he asked me where I lived, and where I liked to ride...I went on to tell him my favorite places to hang out. Before long, I noticed he was not talking as much, in fact there was an uncomfortable silence taking over my room. I chalked it up to the fact that I was waxing his "down under" , and he was probably a little nervous. So the less he talked, the more I rattled on about motorcycles, just trying to help him through the waxing experience. I then mentioned that I had met some of the guys from his club at this biker bar near my house. I think this is when he turned white as a sheet...oops...

You could have heard a pin drop in that room....After a deadening silence, I asked him what was wrong. He looked up at me and with all sincereity said, "You're not gonna tell my brothers I get my balls waxed, are ya?"...

Ahhhhhh, I had Biker Dude and his macho reputation, literally in the palm of my hands.. and was loving every minute of it...

Just another day in the life of a body waxer....Oh and by the way, Biker Dude is a regular client now, and has even asked me to ride with him sometime...It's all about trust baby.

Beautiful People

2011-08-24T22:19:00.038-05:00

Have I mentioned how much I love my job? Imagine if you will.....walking into your office each day, and instead of a desk and computer, you   see beautiful people stretched out, naked and waiting for you to do your magic. Ahhh, the life of a waxologist, and the "beautiful people".

One particular client comes to mind.... Prior to his first visit, he had called on the telephone to ask a few questions. He seemed very shy, and emphasized to me the fact that this was an extremely uncomfortable situation for him. He wanted a back wax, male Brazilian, as well as a brow wax. Was my studio busy? Would he come face to face with a lot of people when he walked in? I assured him that my studio was very small, discreet, and set up for the client that wanted privacy. (Many men feel uncomfortable walking into a large and busy day spa). During the telephone conversation, I formed a mental image of this client based on his questions...middle aged, balding, slightly overweight, and wanting to please his wife. Very sweet.

The day came for me to meet my new client. I had made a mental note to be very friendly and welcoming to alleviate the awkwardness for him. Then I realized I could possibly have a "situation" on my hands. The client I was waxing before him was one of my regulars....and a "piece of work" if you will. I'll call her "Stiletta"...because she usually comes in with 5 inch stilettos, mini skirt, is very tall with long blond hair, well, you get the picture. And before you mentally judge Stiletta and decide to play "Hooker, Not A Hooker", let me tell you that she owns a multimillion dollar company. She also owns every room she walks into.    Despite her outrageous self, she is also very sweet. Give her 15 minutes and she's your best friend. I believe this is one reason she is so successful in her business....Anyway....

I left my treatment room after waxing Stiletta, knowing that my new client was at the front desk filling out paperwork. As I walked down the hall to greet him, my jaw dropped. My "balding middle aged guy" turned out to be tall, dark, with long curly hair, and absolutely nothing like I had imagined.   Can you say "gorgeous"???   Kinda like the following picture, and if you are my age and remember "Sully" from the old Dr. Quinn show, you will understand:

Ok, he was even hotter than Sully.. And then all hell broke loose. Stiletta prances out, spots Sully, walks up to him, puts her arm around his neck and says "So what are WE having waxed today???" I wanted to die. My discreet and private studio had turned into Grand Central with neon lights...And the neon was flashing NEW GUY

Much to my relief, Sully handled it very well. He smiled, remained calm and looked to me for reassurance. I told Stiletta that this was Sully's first visit, and we needed to treat him with kid gloves....She broke out laughing and said, "ok I get it Terry, just tell me to get the hell out"...She tossed her mane and laughed all the way out the door...God I love Stiletta...she handled it with utmost grace...and even got a little smile out of Sully.

After all the drama, I had the pleasure of waxing Sully. Turns out he does construction work, owns his own business, and was getting waxed to please his girl friend... Time for some manscaping...By the end of the hour, we had bonded.

Now, before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify that I am a happily married woman of 25 years. My goal is to "bond" with each and every client who walks through my door. It's called customer service, and having a sincere personal interest in your clients. And Sully and I did indeed bond. He told me all about his work, his girlfriend, and why he was here. He offered to help with some construction ideas on a small cabin I'm planning for retirement some day. He is a regular client now, and yes, his body is incredible, but his heart is even more beautiful... You see, in my business, we often deal with vain, selfish, and arrogant people. It's refreshing to see someone who is beautiful on the outside, and even more so on the inside.

Beautiful people come in all shapes and forms. For instance, the 23 year old young woman who came in for services that she could no longer perform on herself. She lost both arms from the elbows down when she was defusing a bomb during her tour of duty in Iraq. She had another beautiful person with her while visiting my studio that day, her dear husband, only 24 years old. This young man was getting up every morning and applying her makeup. He was there to show me how she liked her makeup done. (In addition to waxing, I am a permanent makeup artist and tattoo makeup on clients).This young man's love for his wife took my breath away, more than any "beautiful body" ever could.

Yes, I love my job...have I mentioned that yet? I love it because I meet people every day who restore my faith in humanity...Those are the truly "beautiful people"...

xoxoxo

The Wax Slinger

Dr. Correctum

2011-07-20T17:20:00.000-05:00

A month or so ago, a client I will refer to as "Mama-Licious" came in for her usual bikini wax. As she assumed the position on my treatment table, she said she wanted a full Brazilian wax this time, instead of her usual bikini cleanup. She then mentioned it was a special occasion. "Really?" I asked. "Are you and your sweetheart celebrating an anniversary?" "No," M-Licious replied. "I am having surgery tomorrow, and I want to be nice and clean for my surgeon"...Hmmmm, I thought to myself. What kind of surgery requires a Brazilian wax? Before long she volunteered the information. It seems that during her last childbirth, she had a nasty tear between the vaginal and rectal area, with resulting scar tissue. She was so excited about having the surgery.

M-Licious continued to tell me her story about finding the perfect colon/rectal surgeon. She walked into his clinic for a consultation, and in the reception area hanging on the wall was a sign that read, "You think YOU'VE had a shitty day". M-Licious said she knew instantly she would like this guy, and sure enough, he was a kind, caring, and friendly doc with a sense of humor. The surgery was scheduled, and her waxing appointment set for the night before the surgery.

"Now," she commented. "I have a favor to ask, because I know you also have a great imagination and sense of humor too". MOI??? What could I possibly do other than create a beautiful, hair-free canvass for Dr. Cor-rectum first thing in the morning"...She asked if I could come up with some type of poem or limerick, and write it on her tush for the nice doctor to see first thing in the morning. Weeeeeeeeee, I thought to myself....I knew someday my poetry would be in demand, but I had no idea it would be written on someone's ass for the entire surgical staff to see.

After waxing M-Licious, I grabbed my sharpie marker and engraved the following on her tush:

Dr. Correctum

Oh how I respect'em

For making my tutor

Look so much cuter !

M-Licisou called me a few days after her surgery, and said we were the talk of the hospital! Ahhhhhh, just another day at the office.

XOXOXO

The Wax Slinger