MAN-icure!!

Keeping with the positive trend (F' yeah!!! 2 days in a row! Suck It negativity, your my Bitch... for now) and my ever incessant need to keep things equal between my parents, I thought it would be a perfect time to spend time with my Mommy. Being that it was hump day, in the middle of a long week, with her just finishing a labor intensive brief for a meeting Thursday, why not take a load off and have someone else do the work.

Now lets preface this: I am incredibly secure in my masculinity, I love women (lets be honest a specific one), and yes my manhood is fully intact. This is not my first experience with a Nail Salon and won't be the last. Now who ever made the social rule that a man getting a manicure was a nancy boy never had the relaxing experiencing of clean massaged hands & forearms. I mean really, the word itself has the word MAN in it...thus it should be enjoyed by men, in addition to the better half of our species. Your hands are extremely important appendages that greatly enhance you daily life, so why not take care of them accordingly! I mean hell we can open doors, that in it self is an amazing feat in comparison to the remainder animals that inhabit the world.

As we walked in there were 2 other younger women (college aged) getting their respective mannie / petties done, who gave me a puzzled look with a little smirk as I passed. The harsh realities of the metrosexual tendencies men of this era (And no I am not one of them) find

appealing, where I would reply judge lest not be judged! Hey Ladies, Men like to look and feel good about their appearance just as much as you do (consider you learned)! My mom decided she wanted a pettie so she was seated adjacently so we converse, and that we did. We talked shop (some neat opportunities for our little company), about her new vineyard, my time at Dream Dinners, and life in general. So few times as you age do you get that one on one time with a parent, too many times it's a family outing, or in our case business related. It was great to catch up without the dynamic environments that we usually accustomed to.

The woman doing my nails (God, anyway you say it, it sounds Gay), quietly worked, being extra careful; a nice change from my feeble attempts to cut my cuticles with a rusty butter knife. While she massaged my hands I was like butter melting over an open flame, all the stress of the day wore right off. After she had finished, a weird thing happened, after her joke of "what color do you want? HAHA; she asked if I wanted a clear coat saying that it will protect my nails and is usually done for her male customers. MEN... DO NOT FALL INTO THIS TRAP... Its ridiculous, demeans your manhood every time you walk into a lighted area your nails shine. THAT I HAVE FOUND TO BE THE LINE YOU DON'T CROSS WHEN GETTING A MANICURE!

A fun relaxing way that doesn't take a lot of time, and really lifts your spirits making your hands feel 10 pounds lighter. Guys be ready for the snares and jeers of the ladies present, just stick out your chest as to say damn right, I'm here, not queer (not that I have anything against, just using them as a stereotype) so get used to it!

- Cheers