When I first moved to my little conservative Midwest town back in college, I heard about massage parlors where men would go to receive a "full service" massage. The description and reputation of these businesses were seedy, and at best I imagined them dirty, smoky, and slight smelly. When I moved back here to raise my boys a couple of years ago I was under the impression from the news and conversation that these places were run out of town. I know, you are probably wondering why on earth I am even in conversations that include this subject matter. Let's just say that there are times when the subject was warranted. I digress.
The other day I was getting a long overdue manicure and pedicure at my favorite nail salon. This is the place that I mentioned before that has me sit in a massage chair and my girl gives the best foot massage I have ever received from human hands. So I am sitting there, drinking my coffee, being rubbed on and shaking profusely from the industrial strength massage chair that makes parts of me jiggle that should not jiggle. I am in the zone. I have my ear buds in listening to my favorite tunes and realize this is the place that the Sauna girls must have gone when their previous business was closed by the city. That is the only explanation for why they give such great service and such fabulous...er...hand jobs.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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3 comments:
My wife loves these places!
I mean the one you're talking about, the pedicure place!
She gets in the zone there as well.
The Good Colonel has been trying to convince me to get a manicure ("manny" to her), but so far I've been able to refuse...I just know the second I sit in the chair, everyone I've ever known and/or dated will walk by and see me being pampered- ;)
lol...I love your post...and I've heard never go for the "happy ending"...lol
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