Today, Patti and Casey convinced me to try something I have never done in my life — have a manicure and a pedicure.
I think I fell asleep here
I know, fellas, there is terrible risk in admitting this. My buds who are full of manly deeds will look upon this as a defection to the feminine side. Au contraire.
Outside of having a massage, this was such a completely relaxing exercise, I kick myself for having not done this ever before. And this is despite Patti’s repeated pleas in the past many years to join her. Just didn’t seem manly enough for me! Not gonna do that. Patti, if you want to give me a manicure or a pedicure in the quiet, safe, darkest room of the house (with no windows), that is OK by me. But to have someone ELSE do that (touch my feet), no flippin’ way.
Well, maybe it’s the cancer, but today I decided to just drop the testosterone-laden objection and see for myself.
I’m a convert. Having the relaxing massage chair going while the attendant was taking care of my feet first and then my hands, while this miraculous chair was doing its thing to my back, well when this episode was complete, I was about as close to Silly Putty as a guy can get. I was so thoroughly relaxed, I wondered why I had put up such stupid infantile objections to having this done in the past.
Guys, I can tell you there is nothing pansy or wussy about having a manicure or a pedicure, particularly with the stressful environments we all experience.
Thank you, Patti and Casey, for introducing me to one of life’s simple pleasures.
fighting damien 
November 17, 2010 at 5:59 PM
Haha! I understand your reluctance and all too well my friend. Like you, I had never succumbed to getting a massage. Just not what “real men ” do you know. Well. last summer, I was invited to play in a member guest tournament in Cinci. I was told by my friend to make sure I arrived to his home before 11:30. Knowing we had a tee time at 1:30, I figured he had lunch planned. Upon my arrival, he told me to hop in his car as we had a 12 o’clock appointment. He drove us to a chiropractor’s office. Upon entering the lobby, we were politely greeted by two young ladies (and fairly attractive I may add). They each led us individually into what I would describe as a very soothing (but somewhat scary) examining room with candles, new age music, and some sort of buddha like decor. I was told that I could remove all of my clothes or remain in my briefs. Now wait a darn minute here, this is a chiropractor’s office, right? Being a good old country bumpkin, my imagination was getting the best of me. Now this Pamela Anderson look a like (just kidding here), left the room to allow me to proceed with my degree of disrobing and get under the sheet on the table. Hmmm. OK, did that (use your imagination as to which option I chose), and upon her return she asked if I ever had a massage before. Duh, I’m from Geauga County, rural America….what do you think? Well, she explained various types of massage techniques, amount of pressure etc. What really flipped me out was when she asked me if I wanted a foot massage. Since I was underneath the sheet, she did not see that I had been using a fake tanning solution on my feet, attempting to get of the dreaded “golfer’s tan,” you know, the one where your legs are dark but your ankles and feet are albino white! I opted for the foot massage, as long as she would not laugh at my ORANGE feet. She promised not to laugh, but I detected a smirk, a giggle, and could swear I heard her mumble something about Donald Duck! The next 60 minutes were amazing! My friend had arranged for a one hour massage, which was to this day, one of the most appreciated surprise of my life. I was literally transformed from a bundle of nerves, tension, and aches, to some jelly fish type being, melting into a totally relaxed, spineless blob of gelatin. After the massage, we had a half hour until our first of five matches at his club. Let me tell you, I have never been so loose in my life! I actually played very well, but I don’t think that my mental toughness was as sharp as it should have been. Instead, my mind kept drifting off, thinking of candles, incense, and Ravi Shankar strumming some weird guitar like instrument. I may get another massage, but NEVER before a round of golf!
November 18, 2010 at 11:24 AM
Derek, It was me that made the post but somehow it says its from exclusiveproducts. That is the name of a blog, or at least something I had set up on wordpress.com. Hope you got a chuckle out of it!