You Didn’t Hear It From Me…
…today started out like any other Saturday morning for my husband and I. He woke up too early, I slept in. We went to Starbucks where I was a little too thrilled with the fact that pumpkin spice lattes are back. We came home watched a home improvement show then I brought up the idea of getting a pedicure together for like the 20th time.
But today was different, because Scotty said yes.
Now, I’m not here to turn my husband into a metro-sexual or anything. And for the record, when it comes to men’s feet, my husband’s aren’t too shabby. The only issue we have is the overdeveloped callus on the ball of his foot, thanks to the fact that he has worn Converse everyday of his life since middle school. Love Converse, but there isn’t a lot of cushion on those soles.
You’re probably wondering why I care about a callus…I mean, I have a lovely one that resides on both my heels due to the fact that I refuse to wear shoes and when I do they are usually ones that fall into the flip-flop category. But, you see, my husband wants me to rub his feet sometimes and I just can’t…can’t rub them with that callus hanging out on the ball of his foot. So, my compromise was that if he got a pedicure, I would rub his feet. This deal has been open for well over a year now and was finally sealed today.
We ended up going to your average, local nail salon. I could tell Scotty was nervous off the bat, asking questions such as, “do guys go there” and “why would I have to wear flip-flops”. I assured him that guys do get their feet groomed and that it is also okay to trade in his Converse for an hour. He agreed. Once in the nail salon, Scotty relaxed and I think enjoyed the overall experience. Here are some highlights from the day:
“I don’t have to wear nail polish, do I?”
“Does it tickle?”
“Wow, this chair massages you!”
(Asking the nail lady) “How often do guys come in here?”
(While waiting for my nails to dry) “Do they tell you when to get up?”
“You actually tip here?”
$46 and a tip later we were on our way. Scotty informed me while he wouldn’t do it regularly, he would come back again. Although his callus was not completely removed, I do think that he deserves a foot massage. Going to get a pedicure at a nail salon, full of women, with my husband by my side, was priceless. Something even more priceless? My husband reading about our little adventure on my website. (What? I did manage to protect your identity). xo