First of all, you'd think that I'd take great care to find a reputable establishment for such an endeavour. I found the salon on craigslist, by searching for "Upper west side" and "back waxing" - Really wanted to do it close to home in case I had to run back to my apartment crying.
ANYWAY, it was a Korean place, on the second floor of a prewar apartment building. When I reached their "apartment," there were about seven people welcoming me...prolly cause they had no other customers.
One of the women led me into a room.
"Have you done before? She asked in her accent.
"Yeah, once, like eight, nine years ago...I don't even remember if it hurt!"
"You remember today."
I could swear that she gasped when I took off my shirt, but I may be wrong.
At one point, another woman came in. She spoke in Korean, they laughed, and then she left.
"Were you laughing at my back?" I asked, smiling, turning towards her.
"No." She answered, smiling as well.
When I realized she wasn't going to add anything, I turned away again.
Needless to say, it hurt... a lot. At one point, my right leg actually did a leg curl when she ripped off one of the patches. If I were standing, I woulda looked like a '30's movie starlet being kissed.
Afterwards, it still felt like a thousand needles pricking me. Today, it just feels wet (?)...and it's a lil blotchy.
Thankfully, I aint hittin' any beaches till Saturday.