At the point where he realizes that I'm helplessly into polish, he despite his drunkeness has an awesome idea, and asks me to paint his nails. His previous manicure was a bit bubbly, so while happily manicuring his hands I tell him some of the basic knowledge people like you and me have already gathered, such as why bubbles happen.
This guy is insanely interested. Fine with me, I've grown more and more fond of guys gender comfortable enough to cross boundaries- not that I know if there really are any. But since he's so into this I gladly tell him I'd rather use one of my awesomesauce polishes on his nails, than the basic black creme he had with him, and of course he's... intrigued. Really.
Here he is in ManGlaze's beautiful Matte is Murder.
And with the in the late hour much needed flash...
This rapper (sic!) dude totally fell for this one and wanted me to... Polish his toes as well. Oh my.
Sure, I can do it. I can do it. I mean, he even washed his feet prior. But this is where things got out of hand.
The next morning when I woke up, I had no, and I mean zero, none, polish remover left. In a moment when I was looking away, he didn't just wash his feet with soap, he tried removing his old pedicure (sic! again) by just pouring insane amounts of acetone on his toenails... In my bath tub.
Sheesh, what's wrong with men?! I'm gender neutral, but sometimes they're just fucking priceless.
In some weird attempt to clean up after he put his toe ring on again while the polish was still wet, he even used up what was in my handy little bottle set aside for the cleanup process.
And while we're at it with stuff that gets out of hand... Here's Out of Hand:
1993. Those were the days.
Swedish word of the day:
manlig -adjective manly
Because you may still be with polish!