At the end of May each year, Pat Fierro’s students in the Odessa College Massage Therapy program have an internship period during which they amass 50 hours of (wait for it…) hands-on experience in preparation for becoming registered massage therapists. Karen W. tipped me off about this a couple of years ago. So each Summer, I look forward to taking advantage of the opportunity for a great massage (or two!) in their amazing recliners at an incredibly reasonable price. And over the past weekend I did just that. It was well worth the wait!
Likewise, over the past few years, I’ve also become accustomed to getting a pedicure every 4-6 months to alleviate ingrown toenail problems. So, a few weeks ago, Dede & I visited MCM Eleganté Getaway Spa & Salon for some pedis. As is customary, Christy did a fantastic (and pain-free) job at whipping my gnarly dogs into tip-top shape for Summer.
And of course, I suppose that I’ve gotta come clean about getting my hair cut at a "salon." Our pal Jen over at The Palms Salon has been doing my "do" for several years now and I couldn’t possibly keep up my stylish coiffure without her skillfull scissor support.
Not to mention that I moisturize after showering each morning. Oh, then there’s also the fancy Crest Spinbrush for cleaning & brightening my choppers. And don’t forget the goo-spitting electric razor & nifty little Wahl beard trimmer…
Sheesh, I’d never really considered all of this cumulatively, but it sure all adds up to a lot of, um, fussy primping & preening for just an average guy. Sure enough, I’ve unconsciously been a lot more mindful of my general appearance & health since my gastric bypass surgery almost 3 years ago. Now I’m pretty secure in my manhood, but I started thinking… This could have me bordering pretty close to metrosexual…
metrosexual (met-roh-SEK-shoo-ul) n [coined by Mark Simpson, 1994.]
A usually urban heterosexual male who has a strong aesthetic sense and/or an inordinate interest in appearance and style, similar to that of heterosexual females or homosexual males.
Ack!! Could it be true? Am I becoming metro? Well, hopefully not, but at least I can take solace in knowing that I’m not nearly so extreme or clichéd as the metrosexual hipster doofus pictured above.
Update: I had a tough time chasing back down the source for the cool cartoon, but Dede finally nudged me in the right direction. (She is the Google guru, y’know.) "Nutless Tendroid" and many, many other hilarious "Bane of My Existence" cartoons by Rod Filbrandt can be found at Chowderhead Bazoo.