Toronto - Day Three (aka THE ROMANIANS ATTACK - with lube!)
Day 3 was quiet.
I spent most of the morning crying over a death of a friendship and talking to people online about how gutted I was. When I finally left my parent's house I was really happy to just be away from all that bs. One of my best mates Linh took it upon herself to take me out and make me feel better..
we went to the Salad King (umm, i opted for a sliver of peppers instead of taking them up on their up to 20 pepper boast) and then went to the spa for our 'couples massage'.
When our masseuses came out to introduce themselves to us it became quite apparent that my massage was going to be much much much better than Linh's. I ended up with Mr. HOT Romanian dude and linh ended up with this geeky lady (which would only be good if Linh fantisizes about me at night)
Now, ending up with the thickly accented hot Romanian god may sound like a benefit but I think that it took all the relaxation out of the massage FOR BOTH OF US!! We shall call said Romanian dude Mr. Lube from this point on as it seems that Mr. Lube could not touch me for longer than 2 minutes without lubing up his hands again. I could hear Linh holding back her snickers from the other side of the room and I felt like I was in some sort of randy Romanian live sex show.
Now, I'm not going to be boastful and say that Mr. Lube enjoyed the massage as much as I did...I'm going to be boastful and say that Mr. Lube enjoyed said massage MUCH MORE than I did. I think I may have lost my virginity on that massage table to the sound of the waves hitting the shore. It sounded like the sounds from the bedroom (the waves bit) but factor in lube noises and a Romanian that is interpretively doing me through the dance of massage and intermittently asking 'am i touching you in the right places?'. If he only knew!
How can you even look your masseuse in the eye afterwards as he hands you your tea and asks if it was as good for you as it was for him? I guess you just light up a smoke and slyly coo 'oh baby, was it ever'
There is only one cure for being mauled by Jiffy Lube... BEER and nachos from Sneaky Dees... which of course leads to hat trading, dancing to hip hop, talks of boys and schemes of how we could come up with the money to get massages more often..
I spent most of the morning crying over a death of a friendship and talking to people online about how gutted I was. When I finally left my parent's house I was really happy to just be away from all that bs. One of my best mates Linh took it upon herself to take me out and make me feel better..
we went to the Salad King (umm, i opted for a sliver of peppers instead of taking them up on their up to 20 pepper boast) and then went to the spa for our 'couples massage'.
When our masseuses came out to introduce themselves to us it became quite apparent that my massage was going to be much much much better than Linh's. I ended up with Mr. HOT Romanian dude and linh ended up with this geeky lady (which would only be good if Linh fantisizes about me at night)
Now, ending up with the thickly accented hot Romanian god may sound like a benefit but I think that it took all the relaxation out of the massage FOR BOTH OF US!! We shall call said Romanian dude Mr. Lube from this point on as it seems that Mr. Lube could not touch me for longer than 2 minutes without lubing up his hands again. I could hear Linh holding back her snickers from the other side of the room and I felt like I was in some sort of randy Romanian live sex show.
Now, I'm not going to be boastful and say that Mr. Lube enjoyed the massage as much as I did...I'm going to be boastful and say that Mr. Lube enjoyed said massage MUCH MORE than I did. I think I may have lost my virginity on that massage table to the sound of the waves hitting the shore. It sounded like the sounds from the bedroom (the waves bit) but factor in lube noises and a Romanian that is interpretively doing me through the dance of massage and intermittently asking 'am i touching you in the right places?'. If he only knew!
How can you even look your masseuse in the eye afterwards as he hands you your tea and asks if it was as good for you as it was for him? I guess you just light up a smoke and slyly coo 'oh baby, was it ever'
There is only one cure for being mauled by Jiffy Lube... BEER and nachos from Sneaky Dees... which of course leads to hat trading, dancing to hip hop, talks of boys and schemes of how we could come up with the money to get massages more often..