The pedicures continue but nothing came of it, except the loss of money. With my growing knowledge and awareness of my financial situation as a young adult the pedicures stopped, but my obsession did not. I went back to square one; must paint nails to be accepted. This continued on for several years. Now in my early twenties I find myself slacking off. Yea I’ll often walk around with chipped toe nail polish and not care. I’ve even seen my shrink looking at my half painted dry toenails with some kind of cringe in her eyes, yea maybe the uncared for nails is another sign of depression, who knows. And I began to see that my toe nails, painted or unpainted, did not make me. Hell they caused me grief. So today I took nail polish remover and am now going au natural, kind of liberating, like burning my bra, oh wait that was before my time. But you get the picture.
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Jenn, I read with interest your note about the adventures of polishing your toes and it reminded me of the first time I was 'treated' to having my toes painted by my g/f. Probably not unlike the first time anyone has had this done to them, it was a particularly different experience for me because most guys don't usually wear nail polish. She was in a particularly spunk mood and I was paying maybe a little too much attention to her painting ritual. She suggested, I accepted and the rest is history. Much to my surprise, it was to my liking. I'm not typically into girl stuff, but I am open-minded and on this occasion, it paid off. My toes have been sporting colors like deep maroon, blue, silver and even black with a red hue to it since I was first introduced to it, and I have never looked back. Thank you for the great writing. It captures the imagination, and with that, everything is possible!
I especially enjoyed your discussion about painted toenails because I was only recently introduced to this experience by my girl friend. She was painting her toenails when I commented that I really liked the color she was using (a deep burgundy with little sparkles). She smiled, appreciating the compliment and then asked if I would like mine painted as well since I liked them so much. I though she was kidding, so I said "sure, why not?". She then proceeded to paint my toes the same deep rich color hers were painted. It was a new experience for me, being a guy, and I had mixed emotions about letting her do it. But, I thought it would be an interesting experience, and it would probably be easy to remove before someone would actually see it. When she finished, I could not stop looking at and admiring my shiny toes! She wouldn't loan me her remover, so I ended up wearing the polish for a week - and even liking it. Now I want to try other colors, and she has agreed I should!
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