Tanning and beauty salons are, largely, the sole preserve of the female. They are feminine affairs, made with feminine concerns in mind. There is a certain kind of man who can enter a beauty salon and... Read More
Tanning and beauty salons are, largely, the sole preserve of the female. They are feminine affairs, made with feminine concerns in mind. There is a certain kind of man who can enter a beauty salon and not feel that special kind of intimidation that only comes when you're thoroughly out of your depth in an alien atmosphere.I am not one of those men.This is why I was exceptionally pleased with my treatment when I entered Tans and Hands.It was my girlfriend's birthday looming up, and she wanted something incomprehensible done to her skin that I, as a man, couldn't even half understand. She'd sigh wistfully as she walked past Tans and Hands, hoping that one day she might get the chance to have it done.I, being a boyfriend, leapt into action. I would get her a Gift Certificate! That would give her what she wanted, and also had a little benefit for me if she ended up looking even more radiant. Armed with this knowledge, I stormed in and quickly tripped over my own words.I hadn't a clue what she actually wanted.Sure, she mentioned it to me in passing, but going into a tanning salon and saying "my girlfriend wants you to do something to her skin", accompanying the sentence with vague hand waves isn't going to get you very far. Happily though, they saw my predicament and guided me gently through the experience. Read Less