I am not a waxing person. I learnt waxing but cannot bring myself to inflict that much pain on another human for money LOL. Here is the one time that I waxed a male body.
This is about my oldest son now 21 but was 18 at the time.
On a Sunday, i just got back from grocery shopping and pulling sacks from the trunk of my car , yelling for the boys to come out and carry them in for me.
Daniel shows up on the front porch. He has this look of total pain. I look up at him and ask what is wrong..
He just looks at me and says" I have a problem" of course all emotions run thru me in seconds. What? I ask.
He lifts his shirt and says...I tried to wax my chest but I can't get the wax off and now my shirt is sticking to me!!
I look at his chest which is quite hairy for a 18 year old and just about peed myself.
Here is this shy boy with two bare bright red spots on his chest, just like the movie "40 year old virgin" with wax still attached in places.
After, getting my laughter and giggles under control, we precede to the bathroom where I question what he did.
He found my wax. And preparing to go to the Philippines for a month didn't want all the body hair to go with him.
He said he actually read the directions (which of course of made for a experienced wax therapist)
So it didn't mention the hints of the use of powder before applying. It didn't mention using oil afterwards to get rid of the residue and excess wax. And the most important part...make sure the hair is no longer than 1/2 inch long max. His was about one inch long or longer
I am still giggling as he is glaring at me. I manage to get the wax off of him but he will not allow me to do anymore at that point. He is in enough pain for the moment.Traumatized!
After putting the food away and running to clean the salon. I come home and ask him if he is ready to get the rest done. He says NO!. So later in the afternoon, I approach him again. He hesitates ..then says "NO!".
I have to laugh because I know he is still smarting from that morning.
Finally after dinner, he announces he is ready. We go into the bathroom and I explain to him what I am about to do (clipper his chest hair down a bit) and what he needs to do, (not to swing at me)
It is a painful experience and funny comical all in one.
As he is placing his hands on the walls with a washcloth in his mouth to keep from screaming. I am on my knees placing wax and ripping it off his chest.
What a Picture that would have made if he hadn't swung at his brother while he was trying to take a picture. LOL
ahhh but it is written down in his baby book in ink as a Remember When moment.
Sorry this is so long but I just had to share that special moment.