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Thursday, Apr. 22, 2004 - 11:04 p.m. EUCALYPTUS MINT This evening I returned from my first massage since my cruise. Lately, I have been hitting the weights pretty hard at the gym, so my muscles have been aching. I figured I would pay the money for one since my health insurance policy allows discounts on massages from certain therapists. Because I had been doing all kinds of leg exercises at the gym, the masseuse said she would like to massage my gluts, which would require me to be in the nude. I figured that it was about time for me to be naked alone with a woman, so I accepted her offer. The massage was supposed to last for an hour, but she almost did two because she said I had an incredible number of knots in my back. She said that the knots in my back reflect a great deal of stress I must be experiencing in my life. I tend to agree with her to some degree. The main source of stress that eats me alive on a day-by-day basis, which should not affect me at all, is the time I must spend working for that Nazi supervisor of mine at work. I have never seen someone in a professional setting so obsessively compulsively micromanaging as she is. It is clear she does not like working with me, and even though I will be off her project for another three weeks, the mere thought that I will spend another year, including another four-month “crunch,” under this insane woman makes me feel tenser than a money-losing man in a Wall Street mosh pit. I am strongly considering other career alternatives. The masseuse sent me home with a container of Dead Sea salts scented with “Eucalyptus Mint” and told me to bathe in it, which I did as soon as I got home. The bath was certainly enjoyable, as well as the massage, but I do not believe this particular masseuse was as skilled in her trade as the one on the cruise ship. I may return to her again, but I plan to try out someone else first. In any case, I believe allowing a strange woman to massage my naked body was a good experience for me because it helped to desensitize me to the insecurities I carry from never having been alone with a woman before, even though the relationship I have with the masseuse is entirely professional with no sexual involvement whatsoever. |