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I walked into a beauty salon at 67 to get waxed down there before dating again. The therapist said: "woman your age don't wax or shave down there. They've all switched to cream years ago. You're one of the last." I'm 67 years old. And that moment—2:15 PM on a Thursday afternoon three months ago—was the moment I realised I'd been wrong twice. Wrong about not grooming. And wrong about how to groom. Let me explain how I got here. I got divorced two years ago after 29 years of marriage. Eighteen months of recovery. Of figuring out who I was without a husband. Of slowly, carefully rebuilding. Then I decided I was ready to try dating again. And I decided I was going to do it properly. Prepared. Modern. Informed. I was not going to be the woman who walked into modern dating without knowing what she was doing. So I did my research. I read articles. I asked my daughter vague questions. I paid attention to things younger women said in passing. And I worked out that women now groom down there. That it was expected. That men our age expected it. Right. Fine. I could do that. I looked into options. Razor: seemed risky. Nicks. Difficult angles. Laser: permanent. Expensive. Intimidating. Waxing: professional. Thorough. Done properly by someone who knew what they were doing. Waxing was clearly the sophisticated, modern choice. I booked an appointment at a beauty salon in town. The kind of place my daughter went. Young. Professional. Good reviews. I asked for intimate waxing. They booked me in with a therapist called Jade. I told myself this was the right thing. The forward-thinking thing. The thing a modern woman dating in her late 60s would do. I drove to the salon feeling, for the first time since my divorce, like I had things under control. I did not have things under control. Jade was warm. Professional. Mid-thirties. The kind of woman who has done this thousands of times and makes it completely unremarkable. She looked at my booking. Then she looked at me. "Before we start, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Do you currently use hair removal cream at home? For this area?" "No. I've never tried cream. That's why I booked the wax." She nodded slowly. "Okay. That's absolutely fine. I can do the wax. I just want to make sure you know your options first. Because most of my clients your age stopped waxing a few years ago when they found cream." I stared at her. "Sorry?" "Intimate waxing for women over 55. I barely do it anymore. Maybe one or two clients a month. They've all switched to cream. I just want to make sure you know that's an option before you go through a wax." I lay there on the treatment table. I had done my research. I had made what I believed was a sophisticated, modern, informed choice. And a professional who did this every single day was telling me it was already outdated. "All of them switched?" "The ones who used to come to me for this, yes. Every single one. Some of them I've been seeing for years. They found cream and cancelled their waxing appointments. I've watched it happen gradually over the last four or five years." "Why cream over waxing?" "Because it's easier. Less painful. Cheaper. And works just as well. You do it at home. Takes eight minutes. You don't need an appointment. You don't need to lie on a table. You just apply it, wait, wipe it off. My clients tell me they can't believe they ever bothered coming in for waxing when cream is this simple." "But isn't cream harsh? I remember old products—" "Old products, yes. Completely different now. The formulas have changed completely. Made for sensitive skin. Specifically for intimate areas. I actually use it myself. Have for three years. I stopped doing my own intimate waxing when I tried cream." She smiled. "I'm a beauty therapist and I don't even wax myself anymore. That's how good the modern formulas are." A beauty therapist who performs waxing for a living had switched to cream herself. "Why do more women my age use it than younger women?" "Because older skin is more sensitive. Waxing can cause more irritation on mature skin. Cream is gentler. More suited to skin that's changed with age. That's probably why your age group adopted it so quickly." I drove home in a completely different state of mind than I'd driven there. I'd gone in thinking I was ahead of the game. I'd been wrong about not grooming at all. And then I'd been wrong about how to groom. Two wrong assumptions. Two layers of not knowing. I called my friend Carol from the car park. She's 65. Divorced three years ago. Dating. "Carol, did you know women our age use cream down there instead of waxing?" Silence. "Barbara. Of course. I've been using cream for two years." "You knew." "I thought you knew. It's just... it's what we all use. Waxing is a younger woman's game. Cream is what we do. It's easier. It lasts longer. You do it at home." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I thought you were doing the same thing. You always seem so sorted. I didn't think I needed to tell you." "I just booked a waxing appointment. The therapist spent five minutes explaining why I shouldn't have." Carol started laughing. Not unkindly. "Oh Barbara. You went full circle. You didn't know you needed to groom and then you tried to groom the way nobody does anymore." "Don't laugh." "I'm not laughing. I'm relieved you found out before you came home bleeding. Intimate waxing is brutal. Cream is nothing like that." "What do you use?" "Snatched. All my friends use it. We did a whole conversation about it when we all started dating again. Compared notes. Everyone landed on the same product. Made for women our age. Sensitive skin. You apply it with a little spoon. Eight minutes. Wipe it off. Smooth for weeks." "Eight minutes?" "Eight minutes at home on your own bath edge. No appointment. No lying on a table. No waiting for someone to rip hot wax off your most sensitive skin. Eight minutes and you're done." I sat in my car thinking about the waxing appointment I hadn't had. The waxing appointments I would never need to have. I ordered Snatched that evening. Still in my coat. Still with my salon bag on the passenger seat. It arrived two days later. Sat on the edge of my bath. Found the little spoon. Applied it. Set my timer for eight minutes. Eight minutes. No hot wax. No pain. No appointment. No professional required. Just sitting quietly in my own bathroom. Timer went off. Wiped it off with a warm cloth. Completely smooth. I stood looking in the mirror. This was what Carol's friends used. What Jade's clients had all switched to. What women our age had quietly decided was the only sensible option. And I'd been about to book monthly waxing appointments instead. I messaged Jade that evening. "I ordered the cream. Just used it. You were completely right." She replied immediately. "Honestly it's my favourite conversation to have with clients. Seeing women realise there's something this much easier. Enjoy your dating." I went on my first date three weeks later. Second date the week after. Third date last Saturday. And at no point during any of those evenings did I think about grooming. Not once. Because I wasn't battling appointments and pain and timing and recovery. I was just smooth. Simply and consistently smooth. The way all of Carol's friends had been for years. I called Carol after the third date. "How's it going?" "Really well. He's kind. Funny. We have a good time." "And no grooming disasters?" "Not a single one." "Because you use cream." "Because I use cream." I don't know how many other women are out there right now making the same two mistakes I made. First assuming natural is fine. Then assuming waxing is the modern solution. When the actual answer is so much simpler. Eight minutes. At home. With a product that costs less than one waxing appointment. That lasts longer than any wax. That a beauty therapist who does this for a living uses herself. I'm not saying this will work for everyone. But if you're reading this and you've been thinking about getting waxed, or wondering if you're behind the times, or trying to figure out what women your age actually do— You're not behind. You just haven't found the right answer yet. I found it in a salon car park. Talking to a therapist who was surprised I'd even booked. And it takes eight minutes.