Massage Virgin No Longer

I had my first massage today. It was all I was expecting and more.

I went to the Elysium Salon and Dayspa and saw Devyn. She shook my hand (can we say death grip?!?!)  and I just knew it was going to be good. The smells were amazing. It smelled like I was walking through a garden on Maui!

The table was prewarmed, sheets were soft. Heaven. As she started kneading the knots out of my back, all I could think of is how much I wish I could be her client everyday!

For an hour, I had an amazing massage from head to toe. She found muscles that were balled up like little truffles, only not as sweet and got them to melt completely away as if they were indeed made of chocolate.

Ok, the only thing that would have made it better was if Devyn was some hot, muscular Matthew McConaughey look-alike. But then, my eyes were closed most of the time anyway, so it didn't really matter.

To say I am hooked is an understatement. I think I found my new addiction. There could be worse things to be addicted to. Like plastic surgery, drugs or alcohol. I am trying to convince my hubby that I need one monthly. Maybe I can convince my boss that it would be mutually beneficial to let me expense one each month. Call it Mental Health Assurance.

To top the day off, we went to Red Lobster for dinner. A bit of shopping, nails done, a massage, dinner out. What else could top of the day? Hmmmm....dessert.

Me Day

I haven't had a me day for a while. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had one. Most of my me days consist of getting the house clean and possibly grocery shopping.

Today, will mostly be a me day. I am going to have my finger nails done and taking advantage of my birthday present from my daughter. She bought me a one hour full body massage! Do I have a great daughter or what?

I have never had more than a simple back rub from my husband so I have no idea what to expect. I admit, I am a bit nervous.

What underwear should I wear? Should I make sure that I have done proper landscaping? Oh dang, my toe polish looks like crap? Will they notice? Will the masseuse be a guy? (The name is Devon...can go both ways!) If it is, will he be hot?

These are all the things that are running through my head right now and it's making me tense just thinking about it.

So I will do what I always do. Overachieve. I will wear my normal underwear...no thong but make sure I don't have VPL. I will shave my legs and make sure my bikini line is crisp and neat. I will re-polish my toes. Or should I just see if they can fit me in for a pedicure? Decisions, decisions.

In reality, I just don't want them to talk behind my back when I leave.

"Did you see her toenails, was that a fungus or chipping polish?"
"OMG, has she ever shaved her legs?"

Nope, not gonna happen to me.

Here's to you having your me day....What is your dream me day?