I got naked for the massage. Since when do I care about being nude? Although if I would have known my ass would have basically been the main event I would have shaved the damn thing!
So many of you have clearly had a massage before. Seeing how I was a massage virgin, she went gentle on me. It wasn't exactly what I expected. I was thinking more kneading and more muscle work, instead it was more like heavy petting and touching. If I did it again, I would ask for it a little rougher. Once I turned over onto my back...that was it.
Night Night Go To Sleep.
I dozed off and slept for about 20 minutes. She could have gone to McD's for a big mac for all I know.
Getting a massage wouldnt have been something I would have done before. I would have been to concerned about the amount of fat on my body and what they thought about touching me. However, my hair dresser is also a former masseuse and I asked her if she thought negative if you were fat...or hairy...etc. She said "hell no". She said that any good masseuse knows how to move the fat right out of the way...and that they are only paying attention to the work at hand....haha...that's kinda a pun!
I was afraid that I was going to fart the entire time. Apparently organic black bean soup for lunch the day of a massage was not the best thinking! Let's just hope that during nappy time I didnt let one go.
She also asked me if I wanted the table heat on. I said no. After 30 minutes, when it was time to flip over and my nipples were harder than limestone, I wanted to say "Turn the heat on", but I fell asleep.
Kim asked me in my last post what exactly is my relationship with Tracey right now. Great question. I suppose you could say we are broke up. But we still see each other and love each other. I have moved to my sisters for space, but still go out to eat with him or shopping. For example, we are doing dinner and shopping tomorrow night, the wedding together on Saturday, and maybe the pool on Sunday. While I am staying at my sister, all of my stuff is still at our house (minus my clothes). It's a hot mess for sure. But, we are making our own rules. One day at a time. Such is life it seems. Such is life.
This morning I snapped a little photo with my iphone. I wanted to share my bicep with you. I like to touch it when I am driving, and find myself caressing it absentmindedly.