A bit of background - I can be exceptionally modest to the point of awkwardness... I seem to have toned it down since getting married three years ago (thankfully) but, for example, I still hoped for a female massage therapist. This was my second massage ever and I find stripping down for an hour in front of a stranger is a bit strange even though it is incredibly relaxing. When I was told "Darcy" was going to be my massage therapist for the evening, I assumed Darcy was a girl. Wrongfully assumed. Wrongfully.
Darcy was a young man. Maybe my age, maybe a few years older. I was awkward, no way around it. I awkwardly started to ask what I was supposed to wear (although I already knew). I'm not sure what type of answer I was looking for. Maybe, "Oh, this is a new type of massage where you are fully dressed and I apply energy through a force field so there is no actual touching involved."
Once the massage started I was able to (somewhat) forget about Darcy - and neuroscience for that matter. It was quite heavenly, I must say. If hubby ever wants to go back to school to become an RMT (registered massage therapist as they say in the biz) I would fully support it.
When I arrived home resembling a puddle on the floor (a very relaxed, comfortable puddle) we attempted to go out for dinner. The third restaurant was the charm - who knew the local gourmet burger place closes at 8 pm on Friday nights?? We had delicious sushi which was not at all what we planned on, having tried to first get a burger and then pizza. Regardless, it was delicious. We settled for our usual Angry Tuna Roll and then branched out with a combo plate. Here they are!
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