Don't poke the bear

[edited to remove work-related commentary. And there was much rejoicing.]

Last night at the massage clinic was... interesting. I have refrained from detailing too much of my experience with clients on this site because I would hate to give anyone a complex and scare them away from massage. Massage is beneficial to nearly everyone's well-being and some day we can all sit down and talk about what it does for your muscles and circulatory system (and all the other systems, and your emotional well-being...), and I'll even show you statistics that prove massage is better for pain management, depression, etc. as opposed to standard treatment methods, but we'll save that for another day.

But, you know, you are naked (except for those of you who insist on wearing boxers that hang down to your knees, or the odd bird that leaves her bra on which, hello? Kind of hard to work on your back that way, but whatever keeps you comfortable), while some stranger has their hands all over your body... so yeah, the things you manage to keep hidden from view in your daily life don't usually stay hidden while you're on that table.

So, guys? Let's keep the razor away from the back hair, shall we? If you have a hairy back, we can work with that, no problem. But if you have back stubble, it kind of turns into a really weird, surprise spa treatment for the massage therapist. I had no idea I'd be exfoliating my fingers, palms, knuckles and forearm last night. Amazing things are being done these days with wax and lasers. Look into it.

Also: Please do not flirt with your massage therapist. I know it can be kind of confusing, because here you are with the naked and the rubbing as stated above, but unless we're hidden away in a red light district across the ocean (or in Indiana, possibly, the only state where massage is still not regulated), it ain't that kind of service.


Today Monk and I go back to Chicago for 5 days of family and friend visits, waxing nostalgic in our old neighborhood, spending way too much money, and possibly closing a bank account that's been neglected for, oh, 6 years or so. Have a great 4th of July, everybody.

1 comment:

Blogger Lisa said...

Have fun on your trip.

And eeek on the shaved back thing. That's one of the many reasons I couldn't do that line of work. :-)

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