( 9:02 AM ) teahouse
In Good Company
Last week, I convinced the Boy to go to a neighborhood nail salon with me to get a pedicure.
I did it because he's constantly begging me to rub his callusy feet after a long day. I thought that if we got pedicures together, he could get some of those calluses rubbed off.
He was anxious throughout the entire trip to the nail salon.
"Will people think I'm gay?" he kept asking me. I informed him that getting a pedicure is metrosexual activity, and that if he were with his girlfriend, everyone would know he was a straight male.
When we were shown to the pedicure chairs, he insisted on sitting on the inside, and making me sit by the window, so that, in his words, no men walking by would see him and make fun of him.
I indulged him. I even paid for the pedicures.
Afterwards, he made me swear to secrecy. I was never to tell any of his buddies about our pedicure outing.
This week, he was walking home with a guy from his softball team, and they walked past the nail salon where we'd been.
"Hey, I heard this is a good nail place," remarked his friend. "Did you know that A-Rod gets pedicures here? Apparently they do really good ones."
All of a sudden, the Boy is now telling everybody that he had a pedicure at that spa. He and A-Rod have the same taste!!
So NOW it's suddenly cool.
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