My husband has what he describes as “man feet.” Last Friday, I went to a very overdue pedicure & insisted he go with me. When I told him he would get to sit in a massage chair, he agreed.
He proudly announced it was his first time, and the ladies who worked there made a big deal about him–telling him he was lucky to have a wife who cared about his feet, etc. They clapped when they learned he’s an AEMT.
He was enjoying his pedicure so much that he let them upsell him to a manicure. He didn’t go for any polish, but he got the works, including paraffin.
I let him pick out my toe color.
Today, he went back to buy the bottle, so I can do my hands to match. On the way, he picked up some thank you flowers for the women–one of his toes, which had chronic pain, no longer hurts.
They gave him the nail polish for free.
Now I’m wondering what qualifies feet as “man feet.” Does this mean they are any of these things: large, coarse, utilitarian, ugly, pretty, rugged, unpainted, or painful? I wonder if my feet make the cut? If my feet are deemed to be man feet, is this good or bad?
Sounds like yall had a lovely outing together, which is awesome!