Monday, September 3


I visit a nail salon in my neighborhood once a month for an eyebrow waxing. I don't have particularly big eyebrows, but I like the slick look of the post-wax.

As I laid down on the waxing table Friday afternoon, I explained to the woman who would be doing the honors how I preferred my waxing (bottom of the brow only, waxing the top makes me break out). She nodded in agreement, pointed at my upper lip and asked, "you don't want to wax this instead?"

I declined the offer. She expertly pulled the appropriate hair out of my face, I paid for said pulling and left the salon.

There was a time in my life when such a comment would have sent me down a spiral of self-doubt. I would have gone home and spent an hour studying the fine, near-invisible hair surrounding my mouth. It's not that I don't care about what I look like, but at this point in my life I have much more important things to occupy my time. I can't worry so much about the little things, like a moustache I'm positive I do not possess. I hope this is a sign of maturity, not denial.


Anonymous said...

I will confirm that there is no mustache. I think that wax lady has cataracts or maybe some rare condition where she sees hair where there is none. She should have that checked.


z. said...

I'm too paranoid to let anyone touch my eyebrows. I gotta do them myself.

Also, I cannot speak to the presence of a mustache since we've only met once, but I think it's safe to say that if you hadn't noticed it before your salon visit, you don't have one.