A Pedicure and a "Man"-icure

Last night was date night, and since I really wanted a pedicure, I persuaded Bruce that he would really enjoy one as well. To his credit, he was a good sport about it, and I truly thought he would enjoy it. I made an appointment at our local place, and just as I thought, he loved the leg and foot massage, and even let the lady put some clear polish on his toes. He also got business minded with our nail tech, telling her she should have a date night special, and give discounted pedicures to husbands. This morning I saw Jack and said, "You'll never guess what Bruce and I did on our date last night." Jack: "I don't want to hear about THAT kind of stuff." Me: "Don't be a perv. I took him for a pedicure, and he totally dug it." Jack: "Sounds pretty gay to me." Me: "It's only gay if a man goes alone." Let's not kid ourselves, Jack would rather have ten root canals than have a stranger touch him in any way (especially if he has to reveal his legs), but I think Bruce would go again. On a date night, anyway.