Chris and I have made it a tradition to get a couples’ massage on our anniversary (massages side-by-side at a spa). We signed up for massages a few weeks ago (late from our anniversary in July, but better late than never!), and at the time they asked if we minded if one of our massage therapists was a male. I said we didn’t mind, and volunteered to have the guy (figured it’d be less awkward for me than for Chris!). When we went in for our massage, it was great – the guy was friendly but not overly so, nondescript, and very professional… what you want in a masseuse! I didn’t think of it again until the following Monday, when I went to my 10am class. I noticed a guy who sat in the front of the classroom, thinking “man, where have I seen him before?” I realized, with a very unfortunate shock, that he was my masseuse. Yeah.
Moral of the story: get to know every member in your classes, because one of them may end up rubbing oil all over your scantily-clad body. SERIOUSLY awkward. o_O I have never been so grateful for a well-placed sheet...
He and I sit on opposite ends of the class, and have never spoken. But maybe if I had made more of an effort to make friends, I might not have been in this predicament! Luckily, his professionalism carried over into the classroom, and we both pointedly ignore each other. I suppose he’s probably encountered this situation before, probably even more awkward – giving massages to professors, church members he knows, etc. Ech.
But seriously… AWKWARD!!!! (and hilarious too, I know)
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hahaha, ive always wanted to get a massage...never really thought about what i would do if that happened... haha
Haha!! That would be sooo awkward but I'll admit that I find the story very funny!
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