Last night my wife insinuated that I was some sort of pervert. I had a break in the tour and we decided to spend the morning having a spa day, which sounds great in theory. But because we haven’t done a spa day before, there were lots of worries about spa etiquette. The whole thing made me incredibly nervous.
My better half has long been concerned about my stress levels and so booked me a full-body Swedish massage. I have only had a couple of massages before; both times I wore swimming shorts, which were ruined by the seven types of oil that were used. I therefore suggested going naked for the massage, at which point my wife told me this was weird – the word pervert was used. A swift online search clarified that my suggestion was entirely reasonable. Still, I decided to opt for a sacrificial pair of pants.
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