I made an appointment for my hubby to have his feet waxed before summer.
He had the hairiest toes and feet I had ever seen and I jokingly told him he could have them waxed before the two of us went to the beach this summer.
What surprised myself and others was that he agreed to the wax. I called the salon in town, and made him an appointment. When the two of us got to the salon, he almost walked out. He angrily asked myself and others why I brought him to a nail salon. He had no intention of getting his nails done. He was also frustrated that there were no other boys in the salon. I was planning on having a pedicure done while they waxed his feet, although he had other thoughts. When he saw them filling the tub and rubbing my feet, he wanted to try a pedicure. He told the girl that he wanted the whole thing; pedicure, manicure, and his feet waxed. My big, muscular hubby was enjoying a spa day with me. When his pedicure was complete, they did his foot waxing. While having the waxing completed, he also had a manicure. Before the two of us left the salon, he set up another appointment for us to come to the waxing salon for another mani/pedi, and maybe a massage. He told myself and others he finally understood why I came to the waxing salon so often. The mani/pedi legitimately made him suppose good, and having all the hair unlinkd from his feet meant that his socks didn’t matt the hair. I recognize I made him a waxing salon convert.