Tuesday, December 9, 2008

A RELAXING massage

I get massaged at least once a week. Before you start with your secret feelings of jealousy and envy, I ensure you that for the most part these experiences aren’t pleasant. I am poked, prodded, and dug into to the point of tears sometimes. It hurts. I don’t relax and drift off to a place filled with rainbows and singing cherubs. I am lying there oftentimes with a grimacing look on my face doing my best to reeeelax…not for my own enjoyment, but so that he is able to go deeper. Don’t get me wrong, in a twisted way I look forward to these somewhat tortuous sessions. Pain can be a good and welcomed thing. It means that the knot in your hamstring you feel every time you push off is hopefully getting smaller. It means that tight hip flexor might not be as much of a problem if you can loosen it up. When you beat your body up on a daily basis and it constantly reminds you of its unhappiness with you, the least you can give it is some work to try and keep the train going.

But that’s not to say that sometimes I don’t wish that I got to see rainbows. And hear cherubs. I like to be pampered just as much as anyone else. I’d love to have someone’s hands on me with the intent of making me feel great. So imagine my glee when I was informed that I would have the opportunity to experience that this weekend. I can count on a handful of times I’ve had a massage simply for the pleasure of it and I continue to be like a kid in a candy store. I NEVER pick the deep tissue option. It’s the same reason I almost never order a plain chicken breast at a restaurant. I’m looking for something different!

So Saturday afternoon I lay outside in a covered garden at a beautiful spa and told my masseuse that the pressure was just fine. I closed my eyes and marveled at the time spent massaging scalp. For goodness sakes, there isn’t even a muscle in my scalp! Pure bliss. The soothing sounds of a waterfall and the melodic sounds coming from hidden speakers sure did sound an awful lot like cherubs to me.

12 comments:

Bianca said...

Yeah, well I had lunch with a professional football player.

How you like them angels?

:)

Anonymous said...

I had an oreo brownie w/ a two tall cold glass of milk...I was in heaven. too bad I am lactose intolerant. I heard cherubs but everyone else may hae heard something less flatering. LOL
I have to remain anonymous on this one for a few smelly reasons. LMAO. sorry.

Jon Lustig said...

AW!
Thanks a lot Bri. Here I am, forced to start 15 yards back of most guys as it is, and there you go putting that little detail up on your blog for who knows how many guys to see. Do you realize how many girls tell me that no one they've been with ever did that? Oh well, glad to know you enjoyed yourself.

brit_brat said...

my saturday at old navy to get some $15 jeans they were having on sale, only to find out that there must be a lot more over weight people living in my area than I thought cuz my size was all gone :(
so I bought some jeans for Ty.

Brianna said...

@ bianca...you lucky girl. :)

@ anonymous...i feel you on that one. i'm lactose intolerant too. but sometimes it's just worth it!

@ jon...this was a professional massage, it's still hard to find a special someone to do it. so i think you're good.

@ brit...i think it was a blessing in disguise. :)

Daniel said...

Ms. Glenn,
Sounds great! It's nice to have something a little special once in awhile. 'Covered garden, waterfall and melodic music', hey, did you go to the Rancho Bernardo Inn?

And Brit_Brat, what's wrong with 'Apple-Bottomed' girls anyway?

Daniel said...

Ms. Glenn,
Sounds great! It's nice to have something a little special once in awhile. 'Covered garden, waterfall and melodic music', hey, did you go to the Rancho Bernardo Inn?

And Brit_Brat, what's wrong with 'Apple-Bottomed' girls anyway?

Anonymous said...

"marveled at the time spent massaging scalp"

Any bugs crawl out?

Marcus

Anonymous said...

Bianca said...

Yeah, well I had lunch with a professional football player.

How you like them angels?

:)
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Don't you mean, you had lunch with a very nice man and you enjoyed his company?

It is this type of attitude from her friends which is the reason the so beautiful, talented, and smart Brianna is still single!

Sorry to come across as hating but, your comment was that of a Gold Digger.

I so hope Brianna is not a Gold Digger for I'd be very sad.

Peter

Brianna said...

hi peter...bianca is the last person on the planet that would ever be classified as a golddigger. it was just an inside joke between best friends that i understood but probably didn't make too much sense to the rest of the population. sorry for the confusion.

Anonymous said...

B-
Thanks for the clarification. I didn't mean it personally to anyone.
However, I really do get tired of dating girls who want only "the bling". I can say this because, while I'm broke now, I had that bling for many years dating amazing looking women. Most if not all were awful people on the inside. I no longer look for "a bling" girl but someone with "bling" on the inside.

I hope in your journeys of finding love, you ignore what you see, close your eyes, and listen with your heart. A best friend is worth a million "bling" guys.

Peter

LaLa said...

LOL @ the "lactose intolerance", I dated a guy with that issue and I banned him from milk shakes while I was around.