Oh, I am the furthest thing from a Metrosexual (that is such a dumb word too).

I like my legs hairy, my beer cold, and my old comfy chair.

And damn if I'm ever going to pluck my eyebrows.

One time I won a "Men's Treatment" at a local day spa in a church raffle. I figured I'd give it a try. I've never done anything like that before in my life. Well I go in. The sauna was a joke. I got out long before I was supposed to because I just didn't like being that hot and humid. The massage was nice and relaxing, but then came time for a facial and manicure. It was hilarious. I showed my fingertips to the manicurist (with bitten nails, callouses and ripped up cuticles) and she actually let out a small cry and jumped backwards. I guess she wasn't used to seeing real "man hands."

Needless to say, I'm not planning on having another "Men's treatment" anytime soon.

Worst part was the massage didn't even have a "happy ending!"