I like toenail polish on guys
Especially on their toes. Otherwise, it's just polish. I mean, I *really* like it. Anyway. My drunk neighbor was over about a month ago helping a friend and I put together a bike she was trading me. I don't remember how the subject came up, but he said he paints his toenails. He said he went with his mom once to a nail salon and instead of just sitting around waiting for her, he decided to go ahead and get his done, too. He liked it so much, he goes for pedicures when he can afford it, but otherwise, he and his girlfriend will paint each other's toes at home. They have facial night, too, with things like clay masks and pore refiners and moisture treatments and exfoliants and stuff. Not the kind of facials you see in pornos (unless they do: I didn't ask). He said it feels great to do the facials and he likes the results and having his toenails painted (always black, only black) is just plain fun.
I was heading out somewhere a few nights ago and drove past his back yard. He flagged me down with the hand that didn't have a beer in it and seemed very excited about something. I slowed and rolled down the window to tell him I was in a hurry, running late. He nodded and held up one of his feet to where I could see it. The toenails were painted black. Awww, hell. That was just the thing to make me stop and listen to whatever he had to say, even if it was going to make me late. I'm *such* a sucker for that shit and now he knows my weak spot. I may have to kill him.
I grinned and told him how great they looked and suggested other colors that would be just as manly: navy blue! espresso! olive green! He shook his head. He just likes black. What he really wanted to tell me was that he'd been out drinking with a bunch of his buddies a few nights before and the bar was across the street from a nail salon that was still open. He talked the whole group into going over for pedicures. They were giving him a ration of shit about how gay it was, but he challenged them and they decided to go for it. I asked him how they liked it. He said they loved it! They all started out complaining that it was totally gay and what a bunch of pussies they were, getting their nails done. Then the soaking and the scrubbing and the massaging started, and every single one of them shut right the hell up. For the first time in their lives, someone was doing something to their feet that felt incredible. They liked the results so much, they all told him afterwards that it was the best idea he'd ever had.
I said, "So next week they're all getting facials, huh?" He said, "You know it!" and we grinned at each other. It was so worth being late to where I was going to have heard that story.
I was heading out somewhere a few nights ago and drove past his back yard. He flagged me down with the hand that didn't have a beer in it and seemed very excited about something. I slowed and rolled down the window to tell him I was in a hurry, running late. He nodded and held up one of his feet to where I could see it. The toenails were painted black. Awww, hell. That was just the thing to make me stop and listen to whatever he had to say, even if it was going to make me late. I'm *such* a sucker for that shit and now he knows my weak spot. I may have to kill him.
I grinned and told him how great they looked and suggested other colors that would be just as manly: navy blue! espresso! olive green! He shook his head. He just likes black. What he really wanted to tell me was that he'd been out drinking with a bunch of his buddies a few nights before and the bar was across the street from a nail salon that was still open. He talked the whole group into going over for pedicures. They were giving him a ration of shit about how gay it was, but he challenged them and they decided to go for it. I asked him how they liked it. He said they loved it! They all started out complaining that it was totally gay and what a bunch of pussies they were, getting their nails done. Then the soaking and the scrubbing and the massaging started, and every single one of them shut right the hell up. For the first time in their lives, someone was doing something to their feet that felt incredible. They liked the results so much, they all told him afterwards that it was the best idea he'd ever had.
I said, "So next week they're all getting facials, huh?" He said, "You know it!" and we grinned at each other. It was so worth being late to where I was going to have heard that story.