Tonight, I decided to take advantage of Spa Week. For those of you that don't know, Spa Week is just like restaraunt week, where participating spas offer great services for just $50! Awesome! So I decided to go with the 50 minute green tea massage. Nice.
The times I have gone to have a massage before, I'm pretty certain I always had a female masseuse. Tonight however, I was to have a male masseuse. I was of course surprised as I was greeted by him in the waiting room, but didn't think twice. It's still a massage, right?
It started out good and relaxing, just chatting away about softball and whatever. Don't get me wrong, it was a great massage, but I was so self concious the whole time! I mean, all of the sudden I was worried if my legs were shaven well enough, if under my arms smelled, if my toes looked ok. I'm sure I was fine and if I wasn't, who cares? It was just different and awkward, because I knew if I had a woman, I wouldn't have cared about any of that. Well, obviously, since I didn't go and shave my legs again before going (don't get carried away, my legs weren't out of control or anything, I DID just shave Sunday evening).
He was nice, and good masseuse, and now that I have experienced a male masseuse, I should be all clear for whatever comes my way next time.