Sometimes Steffi
07-16-2011, 08:35 AM
As background, my wife knows I crossdress and doesn't like it. I don't think she knows how much I crossdress. And I don't think she knows that I've had a mani/pedi done several times both en homme and en femme, and always with color on my toes.
Yesterday, I met my wife for lunch. We finished about 12:30 and were just talking at the outdoor table. She asked me to remind her that she had to be somewhere at 1:30. So about 20 minutes later I asked her where she was going to make sure that she had time to get there.
It turned out that she had an appointment to get her nails done. She had forgotten to bring her own nail polish (a deep purple) and she didn't have time to go home and get it before the appointment. So I told her to pick out a nice color, a different one. I told here that there must be all kinds of choices at the salon.
I called her at home about 3:30 and there was no answer. Finally, I called her cell at 4:30 and someone else picked up. Turned out it was the nail tech. She was still doing her mani/pedi 3 hours later. When my wife picked up the phone, she said she took my advice; she picked out a new color.
When we both got home, she proudly showed me her painted toenails. Two on each foot were purple, two were a pale pink, and the middle one was a "peachy" pink (her words). I told her that they looked great and that I liked the peachy pink best. (That is the one I would have picked for me.)
Then I said now I understand now why the mani/pedi is such a big deal. Three hours of pampering, with someone waiting on you hand and foot (literally).
Then she talked about the conversation she "overheard" at the next table at lunch. One of the guys was talking about the expense of divorce, particularly if you had a high maintenance wife who had to get a mani/pedi every week. She was surprised that the guy knew about mani/pedis. I told her (honestly) thatIi first heard the word on the TV show "Will and Grace".
The whole time I'm thinking, this was a great conversation, but would have been so much better if I could have been honest about my interest and experience in mani/pedis.
Yesterday, I met my wife for lunch. We finished about 12:30 and were just talking at the outdoor table. She asked me to remind her that she had to be somewhere at 1:30. So about 20 minutes later I asked her where she was going to make sure that she had time to get there.
It turned out that she had an appointment to get her nails done. She had forgotten to bring her own nail polish (a deep purple) and she didn't have time to go home and get it before the appointment. So I told her to pick out a nice color, a different one. I told here that there must be all kinds of choices at the salon.
I called her at home about 3:30 and there was no answer. Finally, I called her cell at 4:30 and someone else picked up. Turned out it was the nail tech. She was still doing her mani/pedi 3 hours later. When my wife picked up the phone, she said she took my advice; she picked out a new color.
When we both got home, she proudly showed me her painted toenails. Two on each foot were purple, two were a pale pink, and the middle one was a "peachy" pink (her words). I told her that they looked great and that I liked the peachy pink best. (That is the one I would have picked for me.)
Then I said now I understand now why the mani/pedi is such a big deal. Three hours of pampering, with someone waiting on you hand and foot (literally).
Then she talked about the conversation she "overheard" at the next table at lunch. One of the guys was talking about the expense of divorce, particularly if you had a high maintenance wife who had to get a mani/pedi every week. She was surprised that the guy knew about mani/pedis. I told her (honestly) thatIi first heard the word on the TV show "Will and Grace".
The whole time I'm thinking, this was a great conversation, but would have been so much better if I could have been honest about my interest and experience in mani/pedis.