It’s not something you hear too often….two big burly guys talking about nail polish color. “What’s the problem with Desert Flower – it’s a wonderful creative color name.”
“How do I know if it will match my Sunset Rose lipstick? At least with the word ‘Rose” I have some idea of what color it is. What if Desert Flower turns out to be more brown than red? Am I gonna look stupid with brown lipstick when I have red toenails?”
I can’t tell you what pleasure I got from the strange looks from passers by as they caught whiffs of this bizarre conversation between two macho guys. The best part was….I instigated the whole thing.
It all started innocently enough. I was talking with these two web tech guys and relaying a story about my pedicure adventures. I had just gotten back from a spa and was fretting over my nail color choice. You see, I’m missing a gene – the gene that most women get that allows them to choose flattering nail polish colors. It’s nowhere to be found in my DNA. No matter how hard I try – I almost always choose the wrong color.