Out There is a new column this year where senior Reed Chappell experiences new things and tells you all about them.
You can tell a lot about a person by his or her feet. Are the toenails trimmed? Do they have a glossy look to them? How is the length of the toenails? How are the cuticles? Everyone knows that you can’t be hangin’ with the bad-cuticle posse. Come on! That’s just tacky.
So, I took it upon myself to make sure my feet were looking spot on because I don’t want to be the guy they say “watch out for him, his middle toe is looking a little shabby” about. So, I did what I thought at the time was unthinkable and went to get a pedicure. I know what you’re thinking, but seriously, don’t knock it until you try it. It might just end up being one of the best experiences of your life.
At first, I was a little apprehensive about the whole thing because only girls get pedicures, right? Wrong. It was the most relaxing hour and a half of my life.
As I walked into Anna’s Day Spa, the sweet aroma of soaps and rubs hit me. It was almost as if the best smells in the world had somehow ended up in Anna’s. The scent instantly relaxed me, and I knew this might not turn out to be such a bad idea. Of course, knowing there was a 300-pound man in front of me reassured me that I wasn’t the only guy who cared enough about his feet to go to these extreme measures.
Sitting on the couch in Anna’s before the pedicure made me feel the anticipation of a kid moments before he could open a Christmas present. Finally the moment of truth came, and it was time to take my shoes off and dip my feet in the warm soapy water. The moment I dipped my feet into the warm, soothing water, all the bad thoughts about a pedicure went away.
The woman started by massaging my foot, and I felt like a lost dog being petted for the first time in ages. I got so into the whole thing that I actually picked up a People magazine and began to read more than the cover gossip. But wait! There was more. I pressed a button on the side of my chair and it exploded into motion and began to massage up and down my back…
By the time my personal attendant put the steamed towel on me, I was in paradise. I actually got to the point where I was dreading the end of it. Every time she got up to get something, I was pleading on the inside that it was not over. The worst part of my experience was no doubt the moment she told me she was done, and I had to leave my new best friend, massage chair.
So what did I learn from this whole experience? First, I learned that women are hiding a whole secret world from most of us guys. Second, I learned that Heidi Montag certainly is addicted to plastic surgery– well that’s what People tells me. I also learned that this definitely was not going to be the last time I paid for my feet to be soaked and rubbed by a total stranger. If you are a guy out there debating with yourself about whether or not to get a pedicure, I think the answer is: absolutely. You might just see how great it is to be pampered; so guys, don’t knock it until you try it.
P.S. My cuticles are looking good!
Kelsey • Oct 22, 2010 at 1:32 pm
bahaha this was tooo funny! i loved it!! 🙂
Haylee • Oct 11, 2010 at 12:25 pm
This made me laugh. Reed is so funny, and because of this I am so going to talk my brother into getting a pedicure. haha
president of musical chairs for the blind • Sep 24, 2010 at 6:44 pm
excellent article absolutely loved it!!!!!!!