Wednesday, June 21, 2000
@ home 2115 hrs
Wendi Gray has good hands. What else can I say about my favorite cafe-wench-turned-massage therapist who gave me my first real massage today? She has good hands.
I remember my last backrub: on my honeymoon. Sent me straight to sleep. I needed that backrub from my then-new-wife (now-ex) after months of military bullshit like I needed the massage I received today after months of private sector/regular life bullshit.
Of course I was nervous as hell going in this morning for our appointment. Will I have to get totally nude? I’m thin as shit, what will she think? What if I pop a woody in the middle of the massage? What if my feet stink? What if I fart? Man, I really hope I don’t pitch a pup-tent in the middle of it all.
I’m happy to say none of those things happened. Well, my feet may have stunk but there was really nothing I could do about that by then. And I did apologize for that just in case. I left my boxers on and Little Will didn’t embarrass me. Wendi was very professional and calming.
From the very beginning, when she put one of her hands on the back of my head and the other on the small of my back, I felt very relaxed, calmed. I really don’t know how to explain any of it. It’s just wonderful to have another person’s hands exploring your body without the sexual undertones and desires usually involved. And, anyway, when’s the last time you had sex (or foreplay) where your partner gave you a massage on par with the one I received today? It’s almost erotic without being obscene.
I think I once read somewhere that massages help the flow of fluid through the body or something. I really think you can feel the difference (maybe it’s all psychological) after having a massage. I know I felt better all day. She made me smell good with that lotion, too.
Anyway, I’ve run out of ways to put it. It was a great experience. I’m addicted, I’ll be going back. She has good hands. Anyone in the Austin-area want her number, I can hook you up (plug, plug — I promised I’d advertise).