
let it be known:
a couples massage for a 3rd date isn't always the best idea.soooo.... on my 3rd with a
mormon gent, we ate incredible
italian food in the east
vilage. post enormous and satisfying meal, i sorta suggested that we should hit the
24 hr korean spa considering we'd both returned from whirlwind travels (remember
reno?
wait'll i show you the pix!). totally normal.
upon check-in, i was given a sheer-
ish black tube top (with
velcro attachments) and pantie (hate that word,
btw). after changing into aforementioned unmentionables, i hit the ladies room where the strange korean bidet went haywire. water was squirting everywhere so i was unable to get off the pot. frantic, i pushed literally every button on the toilet to coax a cease fire. suddenly, lights and music (really? mood lighting in a toilet?!) came on and the water continued to spew. 5 minutes later, the bidet raised the white flag and the deluge ceased.
finally, soaked and somewhat raw, i emerged from the powder room to see the sweet
korean ladies attempt to coax my date into a shower. thankfully, i just had my color touched up so i gratefully bowed out of the communal bathing situation. i dunno, call me old fashioned, but i sorta think you should hold hands before you shower together....;)
next, my date and i were ushered into our massage room......
OUR.joint massage.
couples massage.
truly, i hadn't even thought that would have been a possibility.
immediately the sweet
korean ladies kept trying to rip my clothes off and expressing in broken
english: (no disrespect to my
asians.... you get the picture)
"take-ah yo
crothes off!!
eeeets OOOkay!!!! prettee rady, you be
nake fo yo
boyfrien! eeeets ooookay!"
now i don't really have any modesty issues (guess that's what happens when you're naked backstage around many women) but i certainly wasn't kosher with letting it all hang out around my
mormon (or otherwise) date.
my masseuse threw me on the table and ripped the tube bra out from under me then swiftly pulled the
pantie (again, hate that word) down to my ankles. aggressive.
needless to say, i was tense.
after she flipped me over, she covered me with a hand towel (not exactly modest) and i continued to plead with my date to keep his eyes shut. at one point in this experience, i was folded over my legs in a hamstring stretch, desperately trying to keep the hand towel over my pink parts while my masseuse was pummeling my back thinner than chicken
paillard.
i'm borderline positive my date was completely traumatized but after i was sure i wasn't spilling all over, i was really grateful for the kneading.
however,
next time,
i'll go with my girlfriends, wait till the relationship is a little more advanced....
or be SURE to have a private room.