A few weeks ago, my wife decided to hoard on some personal items when The Body Shop in Shangri-La went on sale. It’s her way of coping up when she misses shopping at Bath and Body Works in LA.
I have posted here before about our nightly rituals before going to bed. And with my wife’s kikay artillery fully loaded with new items, her post-bath rituals at night time took a little bit longer than usual. I even saw her applying some sort of cream I haven’t seen before.
“What’s that you’re applying on your arms and legs?” ignorant husband asks.
“Butter,” wife replies matter-of-factly.
“What butter? Non-fat?” husband asks trying to annoy wife who is also watching her telenovela.
“It’s called body butter, dum-dum. It’s a body moisturizer,” wife answers without breaking a beat from her even application of the cream on her legs.
“Ahhhh…” as if husband understands what that is for.
“I think I should apply some on your elbows. They’re very dry,” wife suggests to husband.
“O-kay,” husband agrees uncertainly.
And so that night, my elbows had their first taste of body butter. It was going to be a start of a nightly ritual. And believe it or not, the butter showed results after just a few applications. My elbows aren’t that dry and rough anymore.
Next time, I’ll ask my wife if she can apply some on my knees, too.
I know, I’m a closet metrosexual.
3 comments:
It's ok to be metrosexual these for men. Men have to take care of their skin too.
My husband would kill anyone who'd dare call him a metrosexual. But like you, he occasionally uses my body creams on his dry spots, my moisturizer and face cream, and my hair products too. I buy him his own stuff (because mine tend to be more expensive than his and I'd like them to last a bit longer), but he prefers mine anyway. I nearly died when I heard him talking about hair products with the clerk at our local beauty supply store -- he was rattling off names of products that even many of my female friends don't know: Kerastase, Terax, Bumble & Bumble, Komenuka Bijin (I swear), Phyto, and Frederic Fekkai. But no, he's definitely no metrosexual. :)
I've been fortunate enough to be blessed with the good genes of my Tatay for my clear facial skin. I don't remember one single time when I had more than two pimples break out from my face. Not even during my hormone-exploding teenage years.
So, knowing this, I never really tinkered with my facial skin. Just mild soap and water every after bath.
But I'm thankful to my wife for teaching me a few things about skin care for other parts of my body.
And just like Gigi, my wife also doesn't want me using her stuff too much. The needs of a closet metrosexual husband are a notch lower in priority than a wife's kikay demands.
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