Post 40: Massage

Today I went to see my Physical therapist and at the end of the stretching session and electrical muscle stimulation with heating pads, he rewarded me with a therapeutical massage, after all the physical pain this was a welcome softness. He has the most amazing healing hands and he uses just the right amount of pressure so it feels great yet it's effective on my sore muscles.
This make me think about another massage, actually the first I tried in Ridgewood. I arrived for my appointment, was installed in a small yet comfortable room with aromatic candles and soft music. I undressed slipped under the cover face down, it was a heating table and since it was in a cold winter afternoon I instantly relaxed. When the front desk lady comes back to see if I am ready she ask me if I don't mind if it was a male masseuse. It made me pose, I never anticipated being touched by a man, but nothing will make me leave this warm comfortable nest and I agreed reluctantly.
When I heard a soft knock on the door I let him know that I am ready, when he entered the room I didn't lift my head. Maybe if I don't see him it will be easier I though...
But when he started the massage he was so gentle and professional that I let myself relax instantly. He has the softest hands and his touch was perfection, heaven really. At the end of the session he came to give me water, he was a not very attractive Asian guy, with crooked teeth and the smallest hands I ever seen. So much for the image of the god like male masseuse you get in the movies...
When later on I relate this story to a friend of mine telling her how amazing the guy is, adding that the fact that it was a man touching you makes it even more enjoyable, almost sensual.
Then she asked me if I said it to my husband. "I didn't know I had to confess", I answered laughing hysterically.