My first pedicure experience was at a beauty school open house. They were offering them for $15, so my wife and I gave it a try. It felt a little strange, but very relaxing and we both enjoyed it.
About six weeks later, my wife commented on how rough my feet were looking, and she suggested we go get pedicures that weekend. I was thinking of being in a nail salon with a bunch of women and told her that I was not too excited about it. But she said she knew of a place where they catered to men, so it should not be a big deal for me.
We went there on Saturday morning and I was surprised to see two other guys in there getting their hands and feet worked on. My wife and I were invited to sit next to each other by the nail tech and she and another gal began the pedicure process on us. It felt good - even better than at the school and they soaked our feet, smoothed out the rough callouses and moisturized our skin too. Then, they trimmed and smoothed our nails so they looked almost like they had clear polish on them. The nail tech then left to go get some clean towels. My wife then leaned over and with a smile asked me what color polish I was going to get on my feet. I knew she was kidding, so I played along and told her that I thought a dark blue might look good. She agreed that would be a great color and went back to reading her magazine.
When the nail tech returned, my wife told her that we would like a dark blue polish. I looked at her thinking she was crazy, but she just slyly smiled and told me to relac and that it would be fine. I was about ready to get up, but before I could, the girl set one of my feet on a towel and began applying blue polish to my toenails. I was too embarrassed to move, so I just watched, wondering how I was going to get out of there without anyone seeing my toes painted like that.
When the nail techs were done with our feet, they stepped back and said to each other that they thought were made a cute couple with our matching toes. And to even heighten my embarrassment, they called a couple other nail techs over to see our feet too. I was about ready to crawl under the chair, but then a couple other customers next to us started complimenting us on our feet and said they liked how we looked together. I guess the positive reactions did something to me because I remember feeling less anxious and embarrassed and began to relax a little.
My wife tipped the two gals who worked on us and we headed outside. A girl who was entering the salon as we walked out looked down and saw our feet, smiled and just said "cool". That is about how the rest of the afternoon went too. Most people didn't even notice, but of the ones who did, only one older woman gave us a frown. The rest of them said they thought our toes looked "cute", "nice", "fun" and "way cool". One woman even asked where we had them done because she was going to try to get her husband to go with her and get polish too!
Well, I was sure surprised that day, and later my wife admitted that she was too. She told me that she did not know why she told the nail tech to paint our toes, just that she thought it would be fun to try, never quite thinking it through. From that spontaneous inspiration though, I learned that you just never know what will happen when you try something new and different. And now my mind is a little more open to what might happen in the future!