My second professional massage
I just got home from my second ever professional massage. The Giraffe’s mom generously gave me a gift card to a spa for my birthday, and I used it to get an 80-minute massage today. It. Was. Heaven. I want one every single day. If I ever hit it rich, that is one thing I’ll splurge on – daily (ok, maybe weekly) massages. Here are some of my thoughts on this massage compared to the last one:
- Thirty minutes are awesome, but 80 minutes are spectacular!
- This masseuse didn’t talk to me at all during the massage. I think I liked it that way.
- The music, though meant to be soothing, was distracting. I would have preferred ocean sounds or something.
- There were a few parts of my lower back that actually hurt when she massaged them. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, so I just gritted my teeth and waited for her to move on.
- I couldn’t shut my mind up. I didn’t do any productive thinking, but my mind was turning the whole time. I tried to internally yell at myself to SHUT UP AND RELAX! but it didn’t work. Next time I get a massage, I need to figure out how to quiet my mind.
- She massaged almost every inch of my body. Including my butt. Very tastefully, of course.
Overall, it was an incredible experience and I can’t wait until I can go again.
I am a huge fan of massages. And I am with you on liking when the person doesn’t talk much – in fact, when I get someone who does, I normally say I’d prefer not to talk!
I looooove massages too! Like you, I have only had two poressionally, and one doen by a crazy witch woman in Costa Rica. She was … interesting. (In that she decided to massage my boobs and just threw the towel down and grabbed them. NOT tastefully.) I think sometimes the pain is supposed to be a good thing – within reason, obviously.
I’ve been feeling like I need one lately. You have inspired me to get one!
You lucky, lucky bitch. The only massage I’ve ever gotten is from my husband, and by massage, I mean he sits on my back. It’s sexy. And by sexy, I mean I can’t breath.
I love massages. I talk about how much I love massages all the time in hopes of someone gifting me a certificate for one!
And oy – I hate the chatty masseuses.