This particular client I remember had shoulder length dark thick hair, dressed like a school teacher, pleated knee length skirt, opaque black tights, sensible shoes and a white blouse. She was quite articulate and generally smart. Our conversations always held some substance and I always highly regarded her opinions, that is until the wirey one.
Her usual treatments involved basic bikini and underarms. This was her third appointment. I had just completed her bikini laser and we were speaking about her brothers engagement, when I decided to shift to her underarm treatment. She was quite excitedly describing their plans for the celebrations and I was nodding away and getting caught up in the excitement. I shouldn’t have. As we were so deep in conversation, my stupid automatic primal grooming instinct kicked in and I grabbed a 4 inch long wirey hair that was on her chest, as you casually do to a friend with a rogue hair on her sweater. To my horror ..I felt a bit of resistance at the other end of the hair that was subsequently followed by a small yelp from my client. I froze.
She took off her green laser goggles and looked me dead in the eye with contempt and said “You didn’t!” I had. I had pulled out an obviously very beloved and extremely long nipple hair. “I’m very sorry” I replied which clearly was not satisfactory. “Why on earth did you do that?” She continued… really? you would continue? I would be too embarrassed! Anyone would be embarrassed, surely this sensible, articulate and affluent lady with whom I have had worthy conversations with would be embarrassed. “I honestly did not realise, I apologise” I replied again, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that in my entire career I had yet to come by such a wirey and lengthy nipple hair.
The wirey one certainly changed everything, as of then our sessions were mostly held in an awkward silence, which led me to wonder what this nipple hair had meant to her. I mean it clearly would have taken a while to grow to that length, but what was it about this nipple hair that she felt so attached to? I guess I will never know, but I’ll tell you this, it was enough to slap that auto Primal Groomer out of me!