Wednesday, March 6, 2013
I was twisting and turning and hanging all over our furniture trying to find a way to work out the knots. My husband is gone. He couldn't help. I was wishing we had a hot tub. Finally I went to get a massage. I am the kind of guy that still likes to wear a t-shirt to the pool. Somewhere deep down inside the fat kid of my youth lives; I see him in the mirror from time to time. I am mostly shy, but I lost my shyness because I needed relief.
I went to get a massage.
So I was laying face down in the nude getting a massage. I told the guy about my pain and I focused him on my lower back. He could feel the knots. And then the stranger with his hands on my body said to me: "Wow, you've got a big beautiful ass."
I didn't know what to say. I tensed up. That statement didn't relax me. It made me self conscious. All the sudden I flashed back to my sophomore year in high school when the new Principal instituted a shirts-must-be-tucked-in dress code; I was worried about my big booty without the camouflage of an untucked shirt. Would my peers make fun of me?
"Wow, you've got a big beautiful ass."
I'm pretty sure he meant it as a compliment. So I tried to clear my mind.
In the end, the massage was extremely helpful. He ironed out my lower back.
But it's knotted up again today.
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