I indulge on a somewhat regular basis β maybe once every weeks or so β an infrequency that is baffling even to me. Why am I not doing this every other day!? Just Massage is another good choice. It adds an element of suspense.
I wonder if there is a real benefit to this or if I just pay to be tortured unnecessarily. Yesterday, I had another interesting massage experience, although not nearly as entertaining as the Dalat disaster.
The massage lady seemed to know what she was doing with the perfect balance of pain and pleasure β she had mastered the hurts-so-good touch. It was in a room with the massage tables divided by curtains. It only got better.
Other featured songs:. Like a Surgeon β Weird Al Yankovic. Other highlights of this massage were when she turned me over and proceeded to pull my hair β at first large chunks of it and then what felt like one strand at a time, as if she were pulling out strands of gray hair. She got me to do a lot of nice stretching and at one point near the end, she was on the table on her back, with her knees on my back holding me up so that I was in the air, arching over her.
I really mean it when I say the massage itself was sublime. One thing that I find myself consistently doing during massages is thinking of the most mundane, stupid shit. Massages are actually quite intimate when you think about it, not necessarily in an erotic way. We tend to compartmentalize ourselves into the physical vs. During these sessions, I often end up envisioning my body as the machine that gets me around and deals with the outside world, and this massage is like a tune up.
