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I happened to visit the newly opned Unisex Saloon at Khan Market, Delhi on Friday, for a manicure and pedicure.

It was a clear early morning and i thought what the hell, lets get pampered and fussed over. I had gone in expecting those little pleasures that you get, when you eat that gooey chocolate cake, the kind of pleasure that makes you fly few inches above the ground, the kinds that make you jump up in the air and say Whoopee!

Well so anyway, i enter this swanky place, lined with mirrors, the reception area teaming with cute men at your service, some with really good hairdos. So like the snobbish bitch that i can be i waltzed in and announced that i needed my nails done to this woman who seems to be running the show.

I was ushered into a very neat place, very hip with wide windows overlooking the green trees outside, the inside decor theme was black and white, with chairs being black and everything white. There were white stones on the floor near the hair wash chair and i simply loved the inside of the place as well as the use of space.

So well two men walk up to me (unfortunately not the cute variety) and they are ready with their weapons. I am politely asked to take my bangles off and for some strange reason they refuse to budge, that was the least of my embarrassing situations.

Feeling like a very cosmopolitan woman, i had gladly walked into this saloon but what i had not thought about was that there will be two men fussing over my legs and arms and not just fussing over, touching, massaging, feeling it, kneading, slapping it (yes that happens!), rubbing it etc

And now that they were at it, i could not help but feel a tad bit self conscious. I realized unisex saloon is not my thing, i will be honest, i like the women doing the fussing, this close proximity to men rarely happens in my life.

Th manicure man had a pouch on his waist and he reminded me of one of those GI Joes figures the one with all muscle and all their weapons on their waist, all ready to fight the cuticle war.

A soft kneading of my hands, the harsh scrubbing, and pulling of skin started, the pedicure man on the other hand was ready with his own weapons of mass tickling. One after the other he whisked out these harmless looking things, but in reality the kinds that make you cringe, and tickle beyond belief!

There was no stopping the ticklish feeling in my feet and try as i much to cry out and burst out in giggles and tell my man here who was sitting by my feet to stop! For gods grace and leave my dead skin alone … i couldn’t… though my feet fingers were a total give away!!

Well after 45 minutes of being fussed around, i was itching for this to get over, it did finally! 60 minutes!! I paid an exuberant amount, said my gracious thank you’s and rushed out as fast as my newly manicured feet could carry me.

But surprise surprise !! I felt great !! I was smiling, energized, raring to go and all chirpy ! And the exuberant amount that i had just paid seemed worth it! Woohooo to the men who are paid to serve you.