spa trips

Encourage a man to get a facial? Beware!

I love facials. I find them relaxing, refreshing and, above all, moisturizing. I didn’t begin getting them on a regular basis until I was in my 50’s, but now I enjoy one every six to eight weeks, along with an eyebrow waxing. What luxury! The fact that a foot and hand massage usually accompanies them is a bonus.

I recently began going to a new day spa one block from my condo. Ashley did a great job and my total walking commute was 10 minutes. What could be better?

Over the years, I’ve occasionally mentioned to my husband how much I’ve enjoyed facials. His usual response has been a grunt. I’ve subtly suggested several times that his dry skin … tortured by daily shaving … could probably benefit from a “Men’s facial”. Louder grunt.

So, imagine my shock when I told him about Ashley … “right around the corner” … who does many, many, many men’s facials (well, she does some)… and his response was “I think I’ll try it out”.

I didn’t want to ask why he changed his mind. Instead, I made him an appointment early the next morning. I was happy. I knew he would love it. I envisioned his and her appointments in the future. I pictured his soon to be moisturized, glowing skin. I anticipated his smile as he returned from the experience.

“Walk over with me”, he said the next morning. That was fine since I could make sure he actually showed up for the appointment.

“How much is this going to cost?” he asked as we walked toward the spa.

“$79 for a men’s facial” I responded warily.

He was quiet for a minute.

“$79?…. How often do you get one of these?”

I said something like “not very often” and changed the subject. I didn’t tell him that a woman’s facial costs at least $90.

Until that time, he hadn’t been curious about the cost of my small luxuries. Now I figured that he was wondering about my acrylic nails, my pedicures, my hair color and my occasional massages. Ka-ching!

When he got back from his appointment, I complimented his glowing skin and asked what he thought about his first facial.

“It was OK”, he said.

“Will you go again?” I asked, already knowing his answer.

“I don’t know, maybe.” That means no, of course.

So much for my fantasy about his and her spa appointments.

The bottom line? I encouraged him to get a facial, he still doesn’t like them, and he now knows what they cost.

Beware, fellow fabulous women!

A different kind of spa adventure

Patty and I have gone on a number of spa trips over the years… very nice ones, but also very similar. Massages and facials in dimly-lit rooms smelling of eucalyptus and fragrance oils, listening to new age music with calming names like Ocean of Peace and Tranquility.

So, when I received an email about a new type of women’s adventure, an adventure that could be much different and potentially very exciting, I thought I’d share it with my ‘fabulous’ pal.  It’s called “Botox and Bullets” … a week-long retreat for women that involves skeet shooting and gun instruction during the day and getting Botox shot into your forehead at night.

Here is Patty’s emailed response:

Oh my God — really????  NO WAY am I in on this one!! Of course where is this craziness located?  Outside the USA — in Texas!!! 

I guess she doesn’t even want to talk about it.  

 

(By the way, sincere apologies to our Texas ladies from this half of the FabulousOver60.com team.)

Actually, if we DID talk about it, I think we would both agree that this is not the right adventure for the two of us, but probably for different reasons:

  • I would like the guns and skeet shooting … but wouldn’t be comfortable with a group of women sitting around the fireplace at night over glasses of wine and shooting Botox into our bodies.
  • She would no doubt hate the skeet shooting, but would enjoy the female camaraderie of the Botox party… even if she didn’t get shot up herself. (She doesn’t need it, of course!)

So, I’m back to searching for a relaxing, comforting spa trip for the two of us … outside of Texas.

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