Originally Posted by
twotimer
Ha! How about an update?
I went in to have massage number 2 a couple nights ago. Just as I expected, she has set the precedent with the camisole, and answered the door wearing yoga pants and a tank top.
Funny...she complains about guys coming in trying to get "extra service" and says that she has to burn some sage in the room to get rid of the weird vibes and although I didn't say anything, all I can think is "Well put some friggin' clothes on and maybe you won't have that problem". But that's just the way she rolls...she's 44 going on 18.
I lay on the table and she gets to work. She starts talking...and talking, and talking. She vented for the entire hour about her recent divorce. Her life story mixed in, as she was married for 22 years.
Now, I'm a house painter...so I've heard lots of divorce stories. Some of these gals will follow me around all day long just spewing about what a POS the old man was. A woman scorned, no doubt! Especially if the guy took off with another woman...dumped for someone else. I've seen the anger of that drag on for two years.
Anyway, Sherrie my massage therapist has a story unlike anything I've ever heard before. It was like an episode of Jerry Springer on steroids...it's amazing what a woman will tolerate when she's obsessed with a man. Almost unbelievably ridiculous. She's a MESS. A little batshit crazy, too. She's getting therapy over a dude that treated her like a doormat. She says she couldn't believe he was seeing another because she herself is "so hot"...says she was running around the town they lived in (Pagosa Springs) wearing sexy clothes to rub his face in it. To no effect on him, but certainly getting everyone else's attention in town.
She's single right now, and said "I can hand pick any guy from 18 to 80"...but I'll tell you what...whoever the next boyfriend is, he's in for a wild ride. Baggage piled to the ceiling with this one.
So at the end, she says "All this peaceful massage environment is kind of a ruse"...and I replied "Yeah, this hippy-dippy new age chick stuff just went right out the window...you're a f***ing redneck!"
She laughed a little at that, but I think it might have hurt her feelings a bit, too. We'll see.
I'll go in for another in a couple weeks, and hopefully she's got her "story" out of the way now. If she can do her work without the talk, talk, talk...then great. Otherwise, the next one will be the last.