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| Massages |
| 04.25.05 (8:31 am) [edit] |
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I mentioned to someone last night about how I would looooove a really good massage. When reminded me of two funny massage stories. First, my sales team went to South Beach for a long weekend a few years ago. We each got a massage or facial. Afterwards, we all got together for dinner. Kelly, my friend who died earlier this month, told us about how she loved her masseuse. That it was so 'freeing' not worrying about him seeing anything. How she could just flop around and not keep the sheet over her. We asked why that was. She said her masseuse was blind. I asked her who she had. She said "John". I looked at her and said "I had John too. He's not blind." Watching her expression over dinner as she is recalling how she was exposed - totally cracked us up. We never quite got to the end of how she thought he was blind... Now, I was given a delicious "Day at a Spa" as a gift. It's something I love but would never spend the $ on myself like that. It wasn't a place I had heard of before. But I showed up for my appt. The place wasn't exactly as 'luxe' as I'm accustomed to, but I figured, it's a massage, facial, mani/pedi... what can go wrong? Facial was ok. Mani/pedi went fine. I'm on the massage table. The guy was kinda creepy. I've already flipped over onto my back. The massage, in theory, is wrapping up. He asks if there's anything else he can do. I say "No thanks, it's been great." Then he reaches up under the sheet zone and starts to go toward an area covered by panties. I literally jump off the table. (There was NO mistaking what he was going for.) I screamed. The manager came in - I told her what happened. She said I must have been mistaken. There was no mistake. I got dressed and high-tailed it outta there. So I now have 'issues' with a male masseuse if he's creepy. (If he's a hottie, bring it on baby! LOL) And I messed up my mani/pedi too! |
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 04.25.05 (5:51 am)
You did the right thing, that is creepy...
posted by: jerneedog (reply)
post date: 04.25.05 (6:05 am)
The guy wasn't blind afterall? That's funny! LOL! I bet she was embarrassed?
I haven't gotten a massage at a place yet, my wife goes once in a while. My wife and I do massage each other's back while we watch the 10 o'clock news.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 04.25.05 (6:54 am)
Reply to: jerneedog
Nope, he wasn't blind. But, she was blonde.
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 04.26.05 (7:03 am)
thats one thing i can say for dumb as a rock redneck guy... he gives a GREAT massage, even if he thinks giving me a kiss goodbye might be a little forward.
posted by: SheSpecies (reply)
post date: 04.26.05 (8:56 am)
OMG...
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 04.26.05 (10:20 am)
ROTFL about the blind guy. Actually, Urban Oasis used to have a blind masseur who was supposed to be fabulous. You could tell he was sightless, though.
I am totally creeped out by the happy-ending guy. I generally prefer women anyway (even though my favorite massage therapist is a lesbian, so I don't see why I'm less shy with her than I would be with a guy...)
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