Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Sure, I have a full layout planned ahead, but I don’t know how I feel about a full body massage. I’ve never really trusted anyone I’m familiar with to touch me that much, much less a complete stranger.
It’s not like I even wanted to come here. Sure, it’s nice and relaxing, but I’m busy.
My company needs me, and being forced out of the office for a half a day will set everything back. I can’t imagine the fires I’ll need to put out when I come back.
My company, Destination Travel Facilitators, just finally got big enough to get a board of directors, and I’m already regretting the decision. They’re a bunch of stuffed shirt old guys whose wives ranted and raved about the vacations I sent them on. They told me I’ve been doing great so far, but that I’m short-sighted.
Me. Short sighted.
They said that because I’ve never been on a vacation, that I don’t have the ‘vision’ to take this company further. Maybe they’re right about the vacation thing, but I’ve brought my company to where it is now with my own blood, sweat, and tears. And when the hell am I going to find time to go on a vacation?
So I reasoned with them, saying that at the very least, a nice spa visit would be a good compromise and wouldn’t take up too much of my time.
They reluctantly agreed.
So here I am, in the lobby of this place designed to be completely against every fiber of my being. A center of relaxation. I’m completely out of my element.
I’m brought over to a warming chair. I feel like they can tell how nervous I am, so they want to warm me up—both figuratively and literally. As I sit in the chair, an attendant sits next to me and smiles, wordlessly. I appreciate that; I’m not in the mood to talk right now.
She takes my hand and begins to massage it, starting gently at first. She’s actually incredibly talented. I didn’t realize a simple hand massage alone could be this relaxing!
She works her way up my arm briefly, then switches to my other side. As she works on me, I start to lean back into the seat, letting the heat of the chair work its way into my body.
She pulls me up once she finishes.
“If you’ll come this way, please?” The attendant says. “Sven will be giving you a facial today.”
“He’s going to what?!” I yell, my mind immediately going to the wrong place.
She simply giggles and lets the realization set into my mind rather than embarrassing me. I’ve done that enough to myself.
They both lay me back in an incredibly comfortable chair and have me close my eyes before laying a warm, wet towel over my face. I let them do to me what they will, and I let my mind mull over its own thoughts.
This place is definitely nice, but I feel like they could do a little more to have an inviting environment. Sure, it’s great for people that are very familiar with visiting places like this, but what about first timers? It’s so intimidating!
What would work better, I wonder? Maybe a separate area? Or a little more secluded one?
I guess that isn’t very doable, but still, I’m sure there’s something they could do. If I’m a customer, then my feelings on that can’t be too off-base, right? I’m sure I’m not being completely unrealistic.
I’ve always been called high maintenance—or fucking crazy, in one case. I’ve only had a handful of boyfriends, and none of them could really handle my nature. As soon as I didn’t give them the attention they wanted, they would start freaking out on me, and I just sent them packing.
I didn’t see a great reason to keep them around anyways; sex was occasional and somewhat interesting, but really nothing to write home about. I thought maybe it was just my first boyfriend who wasn’t very knowledgeable, but when next two were just as clumsy and mostly just worried about their own dicks, I realized it wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I tried to explain this to the last one, but he took it very personally and got really rude to me because of it.
So, here we are, 6 months later. I’ve been able to focus more on my business, and it’s been doing better than ever. I know for a fact that my ability to not be involved with silly distractions like guys is what has propelled it forward astronomically.
Once Sven is done with the facial—which, I must say, was actually incredible—he sits up my chair and begins to massage my shoulders.
Oh, no. I have yet to be touched like this without nearly freaking out. His hands are fantastic, and he very obviously knows what he’s doing, but it’s a little too much.