A hairy back isn’t something playboy playmates list as a turn-on. It’s made the turn-off list a few times…I’m told. However, it’s not a relationship deal breaker. However, admitting to it early on is. Providing you avoid early dating beach and pool situations, you should be fine. Eventually, when your shirt is off, there’s a good chance hers is too, and the coast is clear. I’d be lying if it didn’t used to make me self-conscious though. Just that moment at the pool when the shirt comes off and people‘s thoughts go towards the great ape in the swimsuit. The thing is hair just means more testosterone (that‘s what we hairys say anyway). Nothing wrong with that. Yet, a hairy front is considered sexy. Why was a hairy back so…well, icky? And to the men who shave their chests…”men” (definite air quotes).
Still, like I’d rather not be bald, I’d rather not have a hairy back. If simply for easier living. Having a full head of hair makes it easier in the summer. A sunburned scalp hurts like a grease splatter during naked cooking. Mostly kidding, just wanted to give you the visual of hairy, naked cooking. Back to simplicity, not having back hair just means less shedding. If I don’t keep up on vacuuming, it’s pretty much guaranteed I can rub my finger a few inches along any part of any floor in any room in my house and pick up a hair. Not a ‘curly’ hair, just a hair. I shed. Less hair, less shedding. It eases this hairy man’s burden.
So I decided to pull the trigger, er…pull the hair, if you will, and get my back waxed. I had a long weekend at the beach coming up and figured I’d try it out. Rather than go to some fly-by-night waxing outfit, I made an appointment at a Spa. A mall spa, but still a spa.
The de-waxer met me at the reception area and took me to the room. A nice room. Typical new age music, scents, and dim lights. I took my shirt off and laid on the table. Larger than massage table with a high tech crock pot of wax nearby. It used to have leather straps when waxing was used as a torture method against the Italians in WW2.
The way the process works is a follows…
Step 1: Put warm wax on hairy area.
Step 2: Put a strip of cloth over the waxy area.
Step 3: Rub cloth a bit so it adheres to wax.
Step 4: One, two, three and yank the cloth hard and quickly.
The resulting yank pulls out the hair by the root. If successful, I should add. The first yank I experienced can best be considered a false start. The car engine didn’t turn over. She pulled and the cloth didn’t budge. “Sorry,” she said. Did it hurt? Think of it this way. With that yank, my skin made a better effort to be pulled off my body than the hair did.
“Where does my back rank in terms of hairiness?” I had to know. If you’re going to have a hairy back, you want to be top 10%. “You’re up there.” My bathroom rug-on-the-back badge of honor..
After the initial oops, she…we got into a rhythm. True confessions, I experimented with some at-home dehairing. Masking tape. Never limber enough to do more than my shoulders…and all it really did was thin things out. What it did do was prepare me for the pain.
There are places I would never ever wax. I also think there are places you can’t wax. Example, I’ve never heard of anyone waxing his head. I think your scalp would pull right off. I’d also never wax my chest. I had half of it shaved for shoulder surgery and it wasn’t pretty. Body hair tends to lessen the obvious. That I’m a quite pasty.
So we conquered the shoulders well enough. However, as I suspected, as she took the wax down my back…ouch. The rest of the back didn’t like waxing. At that point, I was ready for the leather straps.
There’s not a spot on a male that should ever, ever…ever get used to waxing. The closest a man should get to hot wax is when dripping it for placement of the candle in the carved pumpkin
But let’s get back to the horror. I’ve sugarcoated the experience and aftermath. It was a donnybrook of the back. By the time she was done, it looked like she’d had a banner day squirrel hunting and came away with a couple of dozen pelts. I can only imagine what her garbage can is like after a day of peak man-waxing season. She probably sells off her results to a Locks-of-Love group from hell. Perhaps a third world sweater manufacturer.
Hirsutes for the Angoraphobic! -TM
The waxing part was as expected. It wasn’t going to tickle. It didn’t.
The aftermath. Wow. The awful secret. Never again.
I wasn’t out of the mall when my back spoke, “You’ve done something weird and now you’ll pay.” It then screamed with waves of prickly sparks of heat. Hundreds of hot pins.
It mellowed out after a couple of minutes. The next lesson was that evening when I showered. Research shows the average person showers with a water temperature of 105F. On my naked back, 105F felt like 205F. I didn’t expect this and when the water hit my back, I screamed. I’m not a good screamer. I go from my normal baritone or my rarely-heard teenage girl.
The journey of surprise continued the shower. The shower had been surprise-free…hmm…for a long…long time. Toweling off. In my younger days, there was never an issue. And no, I wasn’t born with a hairy back. I’m not Curious George. However, once I was waxed, toweling off my back became impossible. Like using a towel on a wetsuit.
There was so much friction between my towel and back, I had a better chance of pulling my skin off than I did drying off.
Appearance. I thought it would look normal the next day. Friend told me it looked like I’d been strung by a hundred bees. Up close, I noticed that roughly 20% of the hairs weren’t truly removed. They broke off just above the root. That meant two things, that some hair would start growing right away, instead of the six months it would normally take. Also, it looked like a few hundred wood tick heads were stuck in me. Their little spines sticking out.
So, I tried it, but it was just silly. Who in their right mind believed it? I looked like the before photo of a home remodeling job. My front was 1970’s deep shag carpeting. My back, linoleum.
*Haven't posted anything in awhile because I'm working on long-term project. Thought I'd write a little something fun.
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