Salon
I can’t believe I’m saying this. I mean... I’ve heard about people doing it, but it’s just bizarre to imagine myself in this situation. I have a stunningly beautiful girlfriend. I played baseball and football as a child and was on swim teams from the age of six until college. I watch Dirty Jobs and The Deadliest Catch. I piss steel. I'm a man child. I'm a hootchie coochie man.
Yeah, well... fine. I’ve been outed. Don’t judge me, fool. You don’t know the details. Let me try to explain, though. Whatever happens... don’t think less of me, ok? I’m just human.
I go to a men’s salon. Every six months, I get the “Executive Membership” which covers one full cut a month and a free trim every two weeks. It’s with their top stylist. You remember Janette, right? Anyway... as part of the membership, I get one free service on the side - a full back massage, facial or teeth whitening. I’ve had this membership thing for a couple years now and have never taken them up on their offer. I’m a guy. Guy’s don’t get facials and shit like that, right? Right. I laughed it off. Well... Janette was persistent. She made it seem like I was an idiot. How could I not take advantage of a free service, she said? She suggested the facial. She’s a licensed massage therapist and seemed to know what she was doing. Who was I to argue?
To appease her, I said ok (FREAKED OUT OF MY MIND, you understand). A few days ago, I went in for a haircut. She led me into the back room, had me sit in this uber-comfortable chair and closed the curtain. She had me close my eyes, then rubbed some lotion on my face. Again and again she did it. It burned a little, but then she massaged my neck and scalp. She used more lotion and massaged my shoulders, arms and hands. When all was said and done, she spritzed me down and gave me a full cut. The total service. I walked out feeling like a million bucks.
Gents... listen up. Drop what you're doing and get a facial. It's just a massage. Trust me.
I, uh... I need to go wrestle an alligator now.
Buddha
Reader Comments (3)
Let me guess. You buy tampons for your girlfriend. Paint her toenails. Cry during sad movies with her. What's next bikini waxing and yoga? Get a grip man. Oh well, if you and your girlfriend are happy more power to you. But don't let her use a strap-on on you under any circumstances.
There's nothing wrong with getting pleasure from sensuality, even if you need to wrestle an alligator later, enjoy....
Anonymous - I'll keep that in mind, thanks. You sound an awful lot like Steve or Jon. Very funny. lol
Isabella - I'll admit... I've always made fun of guys who got them, but no more. Interesting experience.