Never doing THAT again. *shudder*
A manicure. Never again. NEVER.
Besides the girliness inherent in the whole process, the entire concept is focused around someone else touching my hands.
Most of the time, I am not a touchy person. Now, if someone (assume exceptions for maybe three people in the known universe, probably just one) places a hand on my shoulder, I may dart away or sometimes let it remain, though I'll tense up. But touch my hand, and bitch, I keeeeeeel you. Years and years of sculpting impossibly tiny things left my fingers well-trained and highly sensitive. My hands are sacred. And having someone I do not know mess with my hands for a good fifteen minutes or so has made me more tense than I thought possible.
Shamelessly ripped offa pussinboots and mangled. Wheee!
Known (IRL) (Assuming no emotional attachments whatsoever. This might earn me some weird looks, but what the hell do I care - I won't see most of you people ever again!)
Known (online) (Ditto)
Fictional by me
Fictional by Others
NEVER, EVER, EVER... (real/fictional, known/unknown)