Venue Type
Resort / Spa
Neighborhood
Castro-Upper Market
Accessibility
Accessible to persons with disabilities.
Nickel
2187 Market St.,
San Francisco,
CA,
94175
(415) 626-9000
Created by AnDroo.Napoli
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48 reviews
Let me say one thing, if I think there's something I would want my girlfriend or wife to do, you'd better bet I'd be willing to do it myself...
So one night while I was driving I heard on the radio a pair of pornstars talking about thier lives, and how they both shave/wax thier bodies completely... And the lady says, "you will never feel closer that that."
At the time I had been seeing a woman, and had been asking the odd question or two about waxing in general, and the decision came up that we'd excommunicate the "short & curlys" from our holy bits.
I went to Nickel, and got the works, a pedicure, manicure, full massage, and of course, a good waxing in the happy bits... Everything was really phenominal, the staff was exceedingly professional, and the environment was very masculine yet inviting, comfortable.
The Waxing:
Since it was my first time, I had to be "picked" with is when they nail little areas at a time with the softer wax. It was pretty bad, but nothing I wasn't expecting, i mean, I am getting my hair ripped out after all.
Once my esthetician(Fancy word for hair removal guy) reached the point between the place where my lil swimmers are made, and where ex-food is released there came a strange reality, I was getting fully waxed and there are nerves there that not me, nor god knew existed. Things only got worse when the time came to release the crack of its squiggly tenants.
I am sure it was more benign than this, but if you'd picture this: a man standing above another man, holding a strip of fabric connected to the lower man's asshole and yanking it like he was starting a lawn mower, where I was said lawn mower... You'd know exactly how I felt. Now having that kind of thing happen to you is an amazingly religous experience, I kinda blacked out and saw God and Jesus chillin with Vishnu, Allah, and other gods and dieties; all of them were looking at me with that look only guys can give one another when they witness one of thier own get kicked in the testicles. As I lay there being pittied by several celestial beings, Odin looks at me, laughs, and with a jolly militant voice says, "Ha-ha, Now he's gonna do the other side!" then proceeds to send me back to the terestrial plan with a decent smack from Gungnir. I land back in my body, and my esthetician, while trying not to laugh, (aparently I was singing Opera in tongues while I was trancending reality) tells me to roll over.
As he's placing the strip on the other side of the "Valley of Culinary Death", my body gets kinda twitchy cause every movement in the room is a warning of impending doom. This makes things worse; he's laughing, I'm twitching yet still amused, and every time I move I pull out a hair or sixty, which makes me twitch, which makes me pull out more hair, which makes me laugh, which makes him laugh, and it ends in my new friend, whom has seem me in ways no other man has, trying to start the mower one last time... and start it did.
I can honestly say, there is no one better suited to handle men in that situation. Nickel Spa is full of experts in that field, and they know how to make the experience work for you.
And yes, you will never feel closer to your loved one, ever. I highly reccomend getting waxed.