I tend to stay clothed in most situations. I am not one of those people who think nudity is natural. Nudists make me feel uncomfortable. I don’t really want to see much more than your limbs, face and perhaps chest. Please leave your clothes on, and I will leave mine on for you. Think of it as proper etiquette.
Today I got the most amazing massage. Unlike most of the massages I have received in the past, this one was earned. My aching hips, my poor thighs, my screaming calves. And apparently my shoulders and lower back also were tight with knots. (these knots were discovered after a gut wrenching traverse across my back). My therapist wondered what was going on. I explained Damn You Fit April and noted I the extra exercise recently.
I like the ritual of massage – the therapist leaves, you take off your clothes save your underwear and leap under the blanket. The therapist then knocks, enters the room and proceeds to massage you with only one body part visible at a time. Half way through, the therapist lifts the blanket covering their face so you can flip over. It works well. No full nudity needed.
After I was safely clothed again, I paid (ha ha! Take that Emile’s company!!). And slowly returned out to my car focused only on how much better my body felt. Word of advice, don’t wear short sleeves for a massage overwise you get oil all over the inside of your coat. And don’t plan anything except home after a massage as your hair looks like you’re a silly girl who grew up in the suburbs who has decided to grow deadlocks to make some sort of statement about government and corporate pigs ruining the world.
April 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: “You’re looking good.” from the objective person in your life who sees you almost naked regularly. Yeah You Fit April!