As you may have read on Morgan's blog, we went to the European Spa yesterday to have a couple's massage as part of our Valentine's Day celebration. We decided to celebrate it yesterday instead of Tuesday since we had the whole day to spend with each other. He is correct in saying that I explained the ground rules of a massage, but he didn't really follow them exactly. Normally when I get a massage, I change into my robe and slippers and enjoy sitting in the "meditation room", maybe drink a cup of tea, and relax before it's my turn. Morgan did go into the locker room to change, and came out in his little robe and slippers...and his boxers (just in case? I'm not sure). Instead of relaxing, he decides to pick up the first book that is readily available...the World Atlas. He decides to read the WORLD ATLAS. Did you know that the United States has a 1% growth rate compared to Brazil's 2.5%? I do.
So, we are lead into the massage room and once the women leave we strip down and get under the sheets of our separate tables (sorry, no funny business). Once they start the massage I enjoy the warm aromatherapy oils being rubbed into my skin and having my muscles relaxed and de-stressed while Morgan is squirming as his masseuse touches the bottom of his feet and he tries to kick her to "send her a signal". After the massages are over I feel rejuvenated and fresh...he feels like an oiled down piece of man meat...
I lead him back to his locker room where he takes twice and long as I do to get ready to go and as we are leaving the spa he turns to me and in all seriousness says "Let's agree to never speak of what just happened". And thus concludes our day at the spa. To those of you who are still wondering about the boxers...I made him take them off.
I guess I should be happy that he doesn't like being rubbed down with oil by a complete stranger...maybe next time (yeah, right) I'll request a male for him...wouldn't that be a better story!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Different Worlds...
Posted by Allison Bonner at 8:14 PM
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Great, now tomorrow morning when I see Morgan, all I'm gonna think of is "oiled down man meat."
I think I may call in sick. I wouldn't be lying.
That was a good read. I can only imagine how uncomfortable Jeeves must have been. After all, he's used to doing to serving, not being the one served. Kudos for the phrase "oiled down piece of man meat"- it gained a genuine belly laugh. Happy Valentines day to REAL married lovers everywhere--the kind that know to forget the roses and eat a large amount of chocolate and fall asleep actionless.
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