I have a wonderful friend who is kind and generous, and (simply because she loves me) gave me a gift certificate for an hour massage. I will leave her name anonymous in case she's a kind & generous friend of yours as well, but just hasn't loved you in the way of forking out the cash to pay for you to have a massage.
My point...I love her for loving me enough to give me that. That's some selfish love, but it's true. I love her for many other reasons too, of course. For example...she's diligent to pray for me, and unafraid to pray over me, or to ask me hard questions about my sin. She's interested in my walk with God. She's fun & real. And she's totally uninhibited in worship. Her comfort in the presence of Jesus goes far beyond who may be watching her or what they could be thinking. I don't think I've ever even seen her eyes open in worship. It's like she's totally connected and smitten with Him. Anyway, she doesn't blog or read blogs or care about blogs, but I wanted to acknowledge her anyway. Thanks, girl!
Now, about the massage...have you ever had one? It's amazing, people. Simply wonderful. I became the table. Total and complete relaxation. But believe me, my paranoid thoughts didn't go down without a fight, that's for sure...
So there I am...completely naked under a towel, when my "what if?s"start rushing through my mind like a tsunami of wondering. My first thought of course is the obvious, "Why am I lying here completely naked under this towel?" Then the rush...
- what if my towel gets caught on his belt buckle when he walks by and it rips off & I'm totally exposed?
- what if another client accidentally comes in here instead of their own room?
- what if something tickles during the massage and I laugh, then he thinks I'm a sick-o?
- what if he pushes on my back too hard, which pushes on my stomach too hard and I fart unexpectedly?
- what if that candle tips over and the place lights on fire and then I'm out in the parking lot naked?
- what if this whole thing is a set up? The belt buckle incident, the oblivious client, the tickle, the fart, and the candle? What if it's all part of a prank show?
Ok, so...that's what my mind was doing to me while I was waiting in the dimly lit room with the relaxing music and the yummy smell of some kind of earthy candle. And just as I was about to follow my thoughts into the land of "planning my reactions to each such hypothetical incident", I had to shut it down. Sometimes you just have to shut off your own mind to enjoy something nice for yourself!
So I did. I closed my eyes, breathed in deep the earthy candle scent, told myself to shut the hell up, took in the soft music and sounds of gentle waves crashing around me and enjoyed my gift.
It was fantastic.
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I've had two massages and they are simply wonderful. I couldn't have a man though, just my own paranoia!
Yeah, I'm with you on that...I couldn't anywhere else either, but this place is my exception. It's an oriental couple that own it and do the massages. They are really sweet. Alot of people in our church use them, so they've gotten to know us pretty well. Especially the runners....we're always hurting somewhere!
yay, for nakedness! and for sweet friends who love good.
That is hilarious - now that your off the table what do you think you would have done? I got a massage like that once - I had to have a girl though and I was loving it so much that when they turn you over and do your face I had been smiling the whole time the lady said "Wow, your face is really tense" - I was really embarrassed b/c it's not like I could explain - well that just felt so good, yada, yada, yada! Oh well, made for a good story later!
Glad you got a massage! Sounds delightful!
Um, I liked having a guy ... I totally imagined it was Doug the whole time and my fantasy was pretty amazing! :)
The only problem was trying to relax but not too much so that my bfing bosom wouldn't leak everywhere. Mine was a Mother' day gift when my oldest was just 5 months. :)
I'm cracking up over here. Maybe we should start a "massage stories blog." Mine was a girl, but I don't think I would've cared. It was too wonderful. She kept saying she didn't want to hurt my back, and I kept saying, "No, harder! Firmer!" She probably thought I was some kind of masochist...
ok never had a massage at all...ever..but i knew you would throw in something about pooping or farting. ha. i love that about you abbey. and please keep blogging.
ps- i got shin splints a couple of weeks ago and boy did they kill me. they are gone...hopefully not to return.
Ouch, squeaky. Shin splints are the devil. Were you running hills?
i want a massage... it sound wonderful.. don't think I could handle it with a guy, too weird
yea...when john and i went to tennessee i ran there on a few hills. i didn't notice it until i got home and my legs were killing me. they've settled down now though..thankfully. i love my big flat hot state of texas.
the only massage i got was when i was pregnant with Jorge. I vowed to get another one since, to no one's suprise, I couldn't get comfortable with my huge belly hanging from the table. I have a gift certificate for one, but haven't scheduled it yet. this has inspired me. although, im not sure i could muster the courage to get a guy.
OK - yall have to get over the guy thing! They usually have bigger hands and are usually stronger, right? Lets go, one and all! We deserve it, whaahooo!! (I have had a body one that was out of this world, and I used to get a professional back massage once a month - mucho gracias to the boss man at one time)
Aly
alright Abbey... I'm ready for more brillance. BLog Already!
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