Massage

I went for a massage last week for the specific purpose of working a knot out of my shoulder.  Not only did the knot NOT get worked out (um, homeboy, put yourself to use), but I ended up with a fascinating massage experience.

I chose to go to a different style of massage that afternoon as it was after work and before dinner, so I wanted to not get greased up as I'd have to shower and gunk up my hair.  Yes, that was the SOLE reason I chose the place.  Nevermind the fact it was also pretty cheap.  What's so different about it?  You keep your clothes on.

I wore a tank, regular bra, and super loose pants, thinking comfort.

Well, lucky me, every single time this dude's arms went down my back, there would go my pants!  Did I forget to mention this is one big open room?  Whoops!  There went my pants again!  Let me tell you the lesson I learned from this - don't wear those pants and make sure I have real undies on that day.  We're not going to discuss the blushing that went on.  Luckily the dude was asexual, so whew!  No wonder there was a "this is a non-sexual massage" note that we had to initial on the liability form...

And then there was the 7-C's.  Make a C-shape with your hand, then on somebody else leg, squeeze from the knee up 7 times, ending near the crotch area.  The higher up you can go, the less ticklish they are.  Well, there was a form of the 7-C's during this massage.  I have never, in my life, wanted to laugh soooo bad.  I didn't want to laugh and make the poor man feel bad, but seriously man, I die on the first C!!!

Another lesson, warn the poor technician ahead of time.

Speaking of technicians/aestheticians - I went in for my eyebrow waxing.  We were chatting away (when don't I do this???) and she says, completely seriously, "It's been a hairy summer."

Are your hairs under control?