So there I was—standing outside Happy Nails, lowkey sweating like I was about to get drafted into the NBA. Not because it was hot… but because the last time I got a pedicure, it felt like someone tried to file away my will to live.

But this time, I had hope. A new place, a new vibe, and honestly—my hands and feet were begging for help. I walked in and was immediately greeted by Kathy, who had the energy of your favorite aunt who doesn’t take nonsense but always gives good advice. She welcomed me like she knew I needed some healing and cracked a few jokes that instantly made me feel at home.

She even gave me tips on how to vlog the experience—because apparently, she saw something in me I didn’t. Influencer energy.

We started with the manicure, and I won’t lie… I was stiff. Like I was bracing for battle. But Kathy calmly said, “Relax… your wife does this all the time.” And that alone had me questioning why I’d been so afraid. Before I knew it, my hands looked so fresh I wanted to shake hands with myself.

Then came the pedicure. I took the dreaded walk to the chair like a man facing destiny. My toes were not ready for the public eye. But Kathy? She handled them like a pro. Scrubbed, shaped, and shined them up like she was preparing them for a photo shoot. I looked down and couldn’t believe those feet belonged to me.

But then… the brows.

Let me tell you something: when that wax touched my face, I thought I had made a terrible life decision. I was about two seconds from calling for backup. It felt like she was pulling out memories. But hey—beauty is pain, right? And by the end, I was looking sharp. Like, “I-know-my-worth” sharp.

I left Happy Nails feeling brand new. Clean hands, polished feet, eyebrows that could book a modeling gig.

To all my fellas out there—don’t be afraid to step into the salon. It’s not just for the ladies. It’s peaceful. It’s fun. And trust me, Kathy will make sure you walk out smiling.

And yes… I left with Happy Nails.