No, not the one from “Friends”, but a real lady named Rachel. I could have sworn, that months ago when I got a Brazilian at The Skin Spa, that I wrote an ode to my waxer but alas I think I only mentioned her on Twitter and Facebook. I’d like to rectify that, especially since I told her this evening during a “Power Peel” facial that I wrote one about how wonderful she is (Sorry, Rach! I really looked for it too) and it prompted her to want to read my blog…
Sometime in mid September or early October I made an appointment at the Midtown location of the Skin Spa. I wanted to get another brazilian wax, at a different place so that I could do a comparison. My appointment was supposed to be with a woman named Nicole. Well Nicole ended up having to leave early so I was placed with a young woman named Rachel. At the time, I had no idea how much I would grow fond of Rachel within the 20 minutes it took her to wax my hoo-hah…
Rachel was professional – she explained to me what she would be doing, what kind of wax she was going to use and also told me not to worry at all. I explained that I’m a punk when it comes to pain and I may flinch A LOT but not to stop because I don’t believe in taking breaks. She assured me she that although she couldn’t make it hurt less (and hates when waxers lie about that ish), she could make the process as quick as possible. Normally, this should worry someone but who wants to have hot wax poured on their vagina to last an hour? No one. Anyhoo, Rachel was true to her word and not only was she quick she was thorough. I was as smooth as a baby’s bottom just like my first wax. Aside from her amazing hair removal super powers, I was most impressed with how comfortable she made me feel. As we all know, I’m not a fan of being touched by strangers for whatever the purpose. I even tense up when my regular doctor gives me an exam, but with Rach I was totally at ease. Perhaps it was her engaging nature, or her calm but sassy tone but whatever it was, I liked it. I liked her. And decided she would be m y waxer from hence forth…
Fast forward through Facebook postings, Twitter feeds, and dinners with friends where I did nothing but talk about her. It’s now time for me to receive another wax. I’m on my way to maria’s and I gotta get this bush out the way before I get on the plane. After a 15 minute conversation with the Skin Spa- we could not find a suitable time to fit me in to see Rachel. In fact, I was told she was booked mostly through the new year. I was told I’d be seeing Allison instead. I won’t go into my experience with Allison in too much detail, except to say that for the 1st 5 to 10 minutes, I asked about Rachel’s whereabouts. And although Allison did a good job, I just didn’t feel it was as good as Rachel’s. For one, she missed some hair. Also, I was irritated afterwards, something that I didn’t experience with Rachel. I then went on Facebook and Twitter and complained the entire evening about how pissed I was that I couldn’t get the waxer that I wanted. My friends had to calm me down and tell me, it was a good sign she was always booked because it means she was great at her job and I wasn’t the only one to notice. But whatthefuckever, I was still mad…
Again fast forward some weeks, and I’ve decided it’s time to get a facial as I’m dreading getting a wax because I’m pretty positive I won’t be able to book Rachel. Hilariously enough I was told Nicole would be performing my power peel. However, when I got to the SS, the receptionist called Rachel…but I figured she was being called for someone else. Obviously if she had been free (like I asked over the phone and was told she was occupied) then I wouldn’t be meeting with Nicole. But nope…out popped Rachel. Of course, I wasn’t sure that was her- it had been so long since I’d seen her…I followed her into the room and we continued to look at eachother…and finally she goes “You’ve been here before”. And I said “Yes I have. This is where I receive my brazilian waxes”. And she then says , “Wait a minute. I think I’m the one who waxed you. I remember how funny you were.” And…with hope in my voice I say “Rachel ???!” and she goes “Yes that’s me!” and then go “OMG! I thought it was you! I’m so happy to see you again” and then we proceeded to have a love fest.
I guess at this point I don’t have to tell you what a wonderful peel she performed on my face. Again, with the über professionalism she explained each step and what each chemical/product did. And once again, she was quick yet efficient. She also let me know when she was usually free for waxing, so that I can avoid going to other people in the future (yes, I expressed how upset I’ve been at not seeing her for at least 6 minutes) and I was able to miraculously book a Brazilian with her to be given two weeks hence. So…thank you to Nicole for never showing up for your appointments.
*The Skin Spa, NYC: Midtown Location, Ask for Rachel F. http://www.skinspanewyork.com/gppc01/waxing?gclid=CIqj9_2Wwq4CFcHb4AodsBkeXA