Awkward Moments

My friend and I decided to get massage today as we felt that we deserved a little relaxation. Life can be harsh, and we wanted to do something to make us feel happy.

It was also cheap. $15 for an hour? That sounded like a good deal to me.

I never got a professional massage before, and I envisioned it to be something wonderful. Someone would gently rub my back. There would be soft music in a well lighted room. Maybe I would be drinking strawberry water, and pondering about life.

That was not what happened.

When we first walked in I was surprised to see that the room was dimly lighted. I had wanted a female masseuse, but there was not any readily available. That means that I was stuck with a man with very strong hands.

At first I was frightened because he moved my bra around when he was giving me a shoulder massage. I don't usually like to be touched (especially by strangers), but I realized how stupid it was to feel that way when I was at a massage parlor.

I was really surprised when the guy unhooked my bra, and began to massage my back. I was definitely not expecting that. I began to giggle while he massaged my back because... well, that's what I do when I am nervous, feeling awkward, or embarrassed. Frankly, at that moment I was feeling all of those things. My head was turned into that awkward hole on the table/bed as I bit my tongue to keep myself from laughing out loud.

The giggles were audible by the time they got to massaging my butt. I almost died from embarrassment right there on the spot. I had no realize how conservative I was until that moment. I still giggle when I think back to that moment.

The massage hurt a lot during some parts. I would start cringing when he would put a lot of pressure on my shoulders, but now that I think back; why didn't I ask him to be more gentle? I didn't even complain when he did my feet. You should of seen my face. It was scrunched up from trying not to laugh out loud.

I really did enjoy the hand massage, so it wasn't all bad. I almost wished that he had spent the entire hour messaging my hands.

Now that I am thinking back to the massage, I can't decide whether I enjoyed it or not. Maybe it will be less awkward now that I know what to expect? Or am I doomed to always have a fit of giggles whenever I get a massage? Maybe when I become rich and have a lot of money to spend.