Last night, I took a risk and went far out of my comfort zone by offering to paint your toenails. This offer was a risk because I didn’t know whether you would think it was sweet or weird. And I don’t think I need to explain why it took me out of my comfort zone. I got the idea for this act here (I usually come up with the ideas myself). Anyway, you were a little weirded out by the request. In fact, you said you would only let me paint your toenails if I gave you a foot massage too (how could I pass on that deal?!).
Before painting them, I first took off the remains of day 25 with some nail polish remover. By the time I finished that, you seemed to have gotten over the weirdness of it all and started relaxing. You even looked like you were having fun. Then, I done painted up them toenails real nice. Actually, they looked pretty bad when I finished: I couldn’t get the polish to go on evenly and I kept painting your skin instead of your nails. They reminded me of a Jackson Pollock painting. To finish up act 63, I massaged your feet.
A few hours after I finished, I asked you if you liked that I painted your toenails. You said, “Yeah, that was nice. Thanks . . . You’re not planning on painting my toenails for me from here on out, are you?” “What? No! That’s probably the last time I paint them,” I replied. “Oh good! I was worried.” All things considered, I think you had a great time. And, I actually kind of liked painting your toenails (I’m glad this blog’s anonymous).