What Does A Guy Have to Do?

Okay, so it was time to get my nails done. No, no. Nothing fancy. No color or clear polish, but just a mani and pedi to keep sharp and attractive. I always go near my home, which doesn't have a large male-goes-to-get-nails-done population. I always find that the women look at me--since I'm the only guy in the salon--as if I'm intruding on their sacred territory. I get the need that women likely have to bond with each other in a male-free zone, but hello ladies, I'm a gay man. I'm your best friend! But on second thought, maybe they do know that I'm secretly begging them away from their terrifying color choice, knowing that it simply does not make them look any younger or clashes with absolutely everything they're wearing. Or maybe its when I walk in on a waxing room by mistake, thinking it's a bathroom...Okay, I definitely need to return to Chelsea to get my nails done. There are always more men in there than women...because it's Chelsea. Yet still the confused workers always ask, "You have nice girlfriend?" God bless them.