jpskewedthrone | Give Me the Happy Ending

So today I went for my first ever in my life massage. I've never been all that interested in this kind of thing--no real reason why, it just doesn't cross my mind as something to do in order to relax--so the only reason I ended up doing it THIS time was because I won a free one-hour massage around Christmas time. I decided to cash in and see what all of the fuss was about.

My initial fear was that I wouldn't relax at all. I'm not a huge fan of people touching me, even people I know, let alone strangers. I've gotten over this to some extent by going to bars and trying to fight through the crowds, and having a ton of friends who like to hug and such has helped a lot. (Don't stop the hugging, friends who read this.) So the thought of someone I didn't know touching me pretty much ALL OVER was a little daunting.

The "not relaxing thing" was one part that worried me, the other was what my . . . reaction might be. Think Seinfeld episode with the phrase, "IT MOVED!" (Or something like that.) That episode was what that "movement" might mean; that wouldn't be the issue with me.

But, surprisingly, I did relax and didn't mind the masseur touching me. I didn't get the complete relaxation that some get, with the complete release, the slip into sleep, or nodding off. I just can't keep my mind that still, even if my body is cooperating. And of course this was a new experience, so I was thinking about everything that was done, each twist, turn, motion, stone, cloth, oil, music, scent, etc. *sigh* The life of a writer. *grin*

In any case, it was a great experience and I'm now thinking that perhaps I should schedule a massage after the end of every semester. I probably ruined the whole massage by going to the gym and cycling for an hour a few hours after that, but . . . *shrug*

And no, I did not ask for the Happy Ending. I can totally see why massages can get out of hand though. And the masseuse WAS hot. *wicked grin*