Apparently this was like me screaming “free pot” at Woodstock.
Before I knew it she had gone to get the car and we were off. It was really weird having my feet scrubbed and all of my callouses scratched off. Sure, everyone likes getting their feet rubbed, but man was this weird and I am sure glad I had a few beers in me. It was nice to have the massaging chair in back of me.
I don’t know if I will ever do it again, but I am pretty sure I will need some booze to do it. Plus, when I got back to her apartment, I literally slipped and fell twice --- my feet were so smooth now I was having trouble gripping the carpet when I walked.
I think next time I will stay by the pool and have another beer.
Have you ever gotten a pedicure? What’s the girliest thing you will admit to trying?