Meanwhile, back at the salon:
I had to return to the salon today for a pedicure [wasn't able to get nails and tootsies done on the same day, and for the reading public's knowledge, it was OPI's "You're A Pisa Work" (hot pink).]
This salon has recently started offering spray-on tanning, and for those of you not familiar with the concept: you strip down to your undies (or get naked) and you have someone spray you with an air-brush tool that covers you with a fake tan. It supposedly gives you a more even coating than past products. One of the employees who wanted to try it out had her naked body covered with the "tan" and then proceeded to walk around in a spa robe flashing anyone that wanted to see how it came out. I learned, from listening to the other women, that the drying process is the dicey part. Sometimes you have to get on all fours so that your breasts dangle down freely to prevent "smudging," or sit there with your legs splayed open (ditto on thighs), and I thought "If men knew about this, they would be dying inside...all of those fantasies about women exposing themselves to each other in locker rooms, or being in sexually questionable positions in public...and it really happens."
The spa gods were watching over me today, because just as I had settled into my pedicure chair, a man sat down in the chair next to me, and we kept him laughing during the entire experience. He hadn't even gotten comfortable before I said to him, "Am I glad to see you. I'm going to grill you on this so I can write about it." I told him that all of the men that I know wouldn't even consider getting a pedicure (or manicure for that matter), because "it isn't a thing guys do." He said his men friends told him the same thing, but that he was comfortable with his masculinity and that for him, it was a combination of pampering and taking care of himself. He stressed it wasn't as important to him in terms of how he looked to others, but rather how he felt about himself.
We told him a lot of stories about meeting men, and pick-up lines, and "players." I told him that I had been such an innocent about the things that men and women do to each other in the relationship game that I wasn't even aware that some of the behaviors usually attributed to men (and not fairly--it's not good to generalize), were also present in women. He said, "Ohhhhh....let me tell you"....and off he went.
The woman doing my pedicure told us about how one of her male friends called her last night at 3 a.m. wanting to see her. She added "... and you know what he wanted." She told him, "I want to be invited to the party, not see you when the party's over."
I was teasing her about her "ex" that we all jokingly call "The Baby's Daddy," and how he called her yesterday asking if he could bring her lunch (which he did by the way, and showed up on time, to boot). I said to her "You've got him jumping through hoops for you," and she said, laughingly, that the other night she had told him "Face it. I've got you whipped, and you're my bitch."
Pedicure Man took a call while having his feet worked on, and he told his friend "I'm getting a pedicure and being charmed by three lovely women."
The Spray Tan Room AKA The Room Of Compromising Positions
Footnotes:
See> My Manicurist's Bruised Love Bite, 6/3
See> Manicurist Revisited, 6/17
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