The story I’m about to tell is one that I probably shouldn’t be telling. Mainly, it embarrasses me… but it is kind of a funny story, so uh…screw it. [I'm living on the Blog-Edge here]
If anyone is a FourSquare friend of mine, and follows the silly places I check in, you’ll notice that there’s often Spas and places like that– mixed in with the usual Fast Food joints and Bowling alleys. I like to try new Spas out all the time because they’re all a little different from each other. For example, one place might give you a massage that will leave bruises on you, while another will stretch you into pretzel-like positions(kind of kinky actually). And here in Los Angeles? There’s so many of these places that you can usually get a pretty good deal.
So lately, I’ve discovered the joys of self-pampering Spas, and getting Facials [please hold your jokes until the story is over]. I know this doesn’t sound very manly, but I’ve never claimed to be some sort of lumberjack …and damn it, they feel pretty awesome, so shut the hell up until you try it
On with the story…
You ladies know that these places usually have a long waiting list, but since I’m a guy who is terrible at planning, I usually just walk in and see if they’ll take me at the last minute. Most always, they’re booked and I have to return at another time, or look for another place.
So, the other night I looked for a new place to get a nice relaxing face rub to make me feel 20 years younger[again, shut up!]. The few places I popped in to? As you might guess…. they were unable to take me. Grrr. [Pays to plan ahead, I suppose.]
After driving around, I spotted a new Spa and walked in.
“Hello, I know you guys are probably booked, but I thought I’d stop to see if you have someone here that can do a Facial…. yes, I know it’s Last Minute…”
The girl said that their “facial person” wasn’t in, but that they could give me a massage.
“Well…uh.. I don’t really want a massage right now… I just finished eating and I’m a little overly-stuffed… not sure I’m up for someone to be digging into me right now.”
The girl wasn’t taking “No” for an answer. Suddenly, I’m in some sort of price reduction battle. After each “No” she kept dropping her 60 minute massage price. It started at $80 (which is a little high) and the price kept dropping as I started to head for the door. Just as I was about to walk out, I heard “Forty Dollars!” Uh….$40.00 is a little too good to pass up for an hour massage in my book.
SOLD!
So I walked back in the room where there’s a massage table and the usual scented candles and meditational music playing. The “therapist” tells me that there’s these little shorts I can put on if I want and to get under the sheet, and then she leaves the room to give me some privacy.
As I’m undressing and placing my clothes on the hanger, I see a cleverly placed sign that said something like “Please do not touch the girls… and sexual harassment will not be tolerated..etc..“…or something like that. Now, I’ve been at a bunch of message places before and I’ve NEVER seen a sign like this. I suddenly felt like I was in some sort of strip club, or that I was in a place that was used to getting raided by the police! I started to think “What the hell is going to happen here?”
I put on the little shorts and got under the sheet face-down as the girl came back in the room. The massage started out pretty normal… For those of you who don’t get massages, they usually ask you what type of pressure you like, or if you have any pain areas causing trouble. This started out like that, but somewhere along the way, I felt like I was being MOLESTED. Suddenly, a very normal massage turned into “I didn’t expect your hand to go THERE!”
I know what you’re thinking: So what’s wrong with that?!?!? LOL
Well, all that would have been ok I guess if that’s what I came there for, but it just caught me off-guard.
Ok, this is TMI but let me just say… for me, it doesn’t matter who or what is doing this…but if you’re spending the majority of the time massaging me (as I’m relaxing on a bed in the dark) and you’re only concentrating on my inner thighs and surrounding groin area, I’m going to get a damn erection.
This continues for about 30 minutes and then the girl says very quietly “ok, turn over“….
Uh, really? Now I have to turn on my back? This is NOT a good idea.
I turned over and grab the super thin sheet to try and help cover myself a little. Within seconds, she’s back to massaging my inner thighs and pulling my legs apart. Suddenly I hear “Why don’t you take off your shorts?”
IS THIS FOR REAL?
This was soon heading to a path of No Return and I needed to stop it, so I said … “Ya know, I REALLY think it’s a better idea if I leave my shorts ON” …and wouldn’t you know it, right after I said that, the “massage” ENDED!
I guess all of this would have been just dandy if I walked in expecting something like that, but seriously…I was just looking for some place to put a hot towel on my face and I ended up feeling like I was attacked. I’ve had hundreds of massages at various places around Los Angeles and none were quite like this.
That’s all I have to say… I probably shouldn’t have shared this, but when I told this story to my friend, they found it amusing(and probably wanted to book an appointment). And I AM here to amuse and entertain
I wouldn’t be surprised if this post gets me more FourSquare Friends. But if I start showing up as “Mayor” of a certain Massage Place, don’t look down on me ok? [kidding]