Lonely Author: My First Pedicure

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“You never had a pedicure?” Stunned, my wife and daughter stared at me.

Maybe the Chimp needed to get in touch with his feminine side.

Coming home from my doctor’s appointment, I journeyed into a beauty salon.

To ignore the strange looks from the women I picked up a magazine.  Apparently, Caitlyn Jenner doesn’t feel like a woman anymore.

A tiny Asian woman led me to chair that stood above a tub. Removing my sneakers, socks, and rolling up my jeans, I sank my feet into the warm water.

I could get used to this.

I started clever salon conversation. “Are you excited about the new season of ‘The Voice?’”

The thin woman next to me made awful sounds with her gum as if she learned to chew by watching cattle grazing.

Forget the conversation.

This Chimp knows there’s no greater turn off than a man with crusty nails. So, there wasn’t much for the old lady to do there.

The old lady started rubbing some grating apparatus against my heel. When she moved to the bridge of my foot….

Quickly withdrawing, I yelled, and leapt out of my seat.

The entire salon turned to look at me.

“I’m ticklish.”

Returning my hoof to the old lady, I ignored a room full of shaking heads and rolling eyes.

Biting my lip, she continued on that sweet spot.

At this moment I knew men are the weaker sex; child birth, monthly cramps, pedicures, raising immature husbands.

Women are built to stand excruciating torture.

No wonder why I couldn’t keep a woman. I submitted them to this cruel torture.

Minutes later she massaged my foot with a fragrant cream.  It actually made me a little drowsy.

Two quick taps on my foot.

Some relaxing Oriental massage trick.

Two more taps.

A salon full of women yelled in unison, “She wants the other foot.”

How humiliating.

She painted my toe nails with a clear enamel although a cream colored French manicure may have gone well with my Earth tone eyes.

An hour later, I entered my apartment.

Leaving my shoes and socks on the welcome mat, I stood before my wife and daughter. Then, I truly got in touch with my feminine side.

No one noticed my lovely pedals.

I truly knew how it felt to be a woman; an unappreciated flower.

Alas, getting in touch with my feminine side wasn’t what I thought it would be.

Perhaps, next time I want to get in touch with my feminine side I could get a Brazilian Wax.

I THINK NOT.

 

 

279 thoughts on “Lonely Author: My First Pedicure”

    1. LOL Yeah, I have always taken care of my own feet. Always keep them looking nice, but I was curious about the whole pedicure thing. Won’t so that again. I looked like a childish fool. lol Thanks for stopping by to read my crazy post.

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      1. Ohhh, I’m so glad you enjoyed that post about connections. We need them, right?
        Hahaha. Well, my hats off to you. A lot of guys wouldn’t even consider trying something like that out. Hahahahaha. Did you end up telling your wife and daughter afterwards?
        🙂

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          1. Hahahaha. I’m sure they were. My hubby is a big wimp when it comes to his toe nails. I tried to give him a pedi makeover once, but he ended up wimping out. Hahaha.
            You’re welcome. It was very humorous.
            🙂

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  10. Your pedicure sounds harsh but the next time will go easier. I have done my own feet all my life (also hands and nails.)
    I have only recently been treated to a facial. There were men in the downstairs of a house where you retreat to a place you may wear a robe and lie on a heated table. The massage of my shoulders, neck, ears and scalp surprised me, since I was thinking face only. I loved this! 60 and a new experience given for my birthday in November. 🙂

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    1. That is very interesting. I assumed that a facial was face only. That sounded like a relaxing (pampering) experience. I could go for one of those. But the whole foot thing, not again. There was no privacy. And the women clients were mean. It was borderline bullying, I will continue to do my own feet. Thanks for sharing your experience. Belated happy birthday and congrats on such a wonderful number. Thank you so much for the visit.

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  11. This one was hilarious and a welcome read after the pieces of you. I can’t believe that with all your attention to your women’s feet you actually never had a pedicure yourself. It is so rewarding after a difficult week! The best thing before a pedicure is a neck massage. Next time you should try that.

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      1. I am sure the women went home laughing and chattering away to friends about this silly man who was jumping up like a jack in a beanstock because someone was just taking care of his feet. You must have been the latest talk in town, lol. Pulling your leg of course. If I remember well you live in New York and am pretty sure people there have seen pretty much everything under the sun so they must be quite blasé..

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  12. Hahahahahaha. ….I enjoyed reading this! Thank you so much for the laugh!
    I’m very ticklish too…and every time I get a pedicure my pedicurist laughs her heart out at the way I contort my face trying not to feel ticklish!
    Glad you got in touch with your feminine side! 😀

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      1. Hiya Andrew LOL > Thanks for following. Seeing as I’m also called Andrew getting your name right is now at the top of my fluffy brain ‘to get right and wake up right now’ list.

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  19. You are hilarious. I don’t think…no, maybe once, I’ve done this. Nobody, ever goes near to my feet for fear they’d lose their front teeth. It would take a brave soul to even try. A firm grip is what it is all about. I’ll happily massage feet all day long but my own…damn. You’re a braver girl than I’ll ever be.

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  21. Hehe.. I too am ticklish 😛 Few weeks ago I went to see a doctor as I was having pain in one of my legs. He asked me to lie down and started checking my knee joint, when I sat up, bursting in laughing.. That look of his, I can’t forget it, but I didn’t felt ashamed. I don’t feel ashamed 😝

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