What do you say to that? I saidβ¦ nothing. The masseur opened the package; it was a tiny paper thong. Put them on and lie face down on the tables. Really not a cool look. Being almost completely naked in a darkened room with scented candles and relaxing Oriental music whilst having warm oils massaged into your body whilst your partner is having the same done on the table next to you is a sensual experience β even if having a man knead your bare buttocks is somewhat unnerving.
My strategy was to lose myself in the soothing Oriental music and to try not to think about Wobbles MacDonald. When the masseurs finished massaging our backs we were instructed to turn over. But then would it be any less embarrassing if the masseuse was a woman?
These thoughts kept me off the straight and narrow so to speak. Then a surreal thing happened that changed everything. It was a defining moment and the bizarreness of sitting, sipping tea au natural helped wash away the spectre of Wobbles MacDonald. By the time the session was rounded off with a bone-melting aromatic massage that left the skin feeling 10 years younger, I was floating. Apart from being an exquisite pleasure, it was also wonderfully liberating. Wobbles MacDonald was first in line.
Her reaction scarred the rest of us in that line for life and left us all with a dread of the badly timed stonner β she slapped his face. Jack is co-owner, writer and photographer for BuzzTrips and the Real Tenerife series of travel websites as well as a contributor to lots of other places. Is it wrong to laugh? I guess not when it reminds one of their own experiences at a spa!
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