Since you expressed an interest in men with painted nails, I thought you might appreciate this anecdote.

I am not interested in painting my nails.

But during the summer, I sometimes fall asleep barefoot in my outdoor lounge chair. When that happens, my wife will sneak out with her nail-polishing equipment and stealthily paint my nails while I continue sleeping soundly.

When I finally awaken, my painted nails are staring me in the face, and I think, "Oh boy, she did it again."

I try to get even by accompanying her in public wearing open-toed sandals hoping she'll be embarrassed being accompanied by a man with painted nails. It never works. She's not the least bit embarrassed.

When my friends comment I tell them, “I caught crazy wife syndrome.”

They know her, so they get it.