Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Massage Story

This weekend my mom and I got massages at the same time. When we walk out of the dressing room there are two masseuses waiting for us--a middle-aged woman and a young, attractive man. The man says my name and sticks out his hand while introducing himself. There was an awkward pause and the woman says, "I thought I had Kirstin," as if the guy is trying to be sneaky and pull a last minute switch. She wouldn't let it go and they had to go back to the desk and check. Why would she say that? Just to make sure we all feel as uncomfortable as possible right before we de-robe and get a massage?

I ended up with the male masseuse and my mother with the female masseuse (how we both preferred it). My massage was very enjoyable--there was only one slightly awkward exchange:
Masseuse: "I have time for some stomach work if you'd like."
Me: "Alright."
Masseuse: [As he holds up a hand towel] "I usually use a breast drape."
Me: "OK."
Masseuse: "So wold you like one?"
Me: "Yeeeah." [Let's keep those covered up.]
Masseuse: "I guess I shouldn't say usually--I always use a breast drape."
Me: [If you always use one then why on earth would you ask if I wanted one?]

3 comments:

emilymakin said...

Reading this story was the best part of my day....I actually laughed out loud. Love it:)

Courtney Kay said...

I laughed so hard while reading this story I had to read the post to my coworker. So unbelievably awkward. I love it.

Kristine said...

Oh my awkward... That's terrible! But makes for a good story. And the rest of the vacation sounds rather delightful!