From now on, I resolve to always draft my blog posts in Notepad first. That way I can avoid the frustration of having my posts vanish mysteriously during publishing.
I had written a nifty post about a lady with a hot bod who insisted on prancing about the spa nekkid, but I really don't feel like recreating the whole thing.
So just use your imaginations.
I also resolve to take better care of myself when doing hot stone massages. Yes, it feels great to the client when the stones are really, really hot, but I don't have to practically give myself first-degree burns on the palms of my hands to do a good job.
Today I only had two massages, one at 9:30 AM and the other at 3:00 PM. Talk about a day that drags and drags and drags...well, you get the idea!
The lady in the morning would have benefited from a shower. She was super nice and we chatted during the entire massage, but she smelled.
Turns out she literally rolled out of bed, saw her companions were still sleeping, and decided to head over to the spa to see if we had any openings.
Before the massage was scheduled to begin, she had half-an-hour to shower, but she just threw on her robe, sat in the lounge area, and talked on her cell phone.
She reeked of sweat and smoke from the casino, and I could tell while doing the scalp massage I was dealing with yesterday's hairspray.
After the massage she headed into the jacuzzi, THEN she took a shower and did the typical grooming stuff.
When I headed to the front desk to pick up the ticket for my three o'clock, I was greeted by three extremely excited young women.
"Oh my God! Christina, you won't believe how hot this guy is!"
"His eyes, his smile...!"
"He's totally built, you're so lucky!"
Etc., etc., ad nauseam.
After I retrieved my client from the men's spa and escorted him to the treatment room, I had a moment while he was situating himself on the table to run up front to tell the girls one thing...
"Oh, puh - LEAZE."
I guess what you find hot at 21 differs substantially from what you find hot at 37!