face down, under the sheet...

the other day i experienced my first ever massage.

as in full body (nearly nude), qualified/trained masseuse, oils, lotions, incense, sitar music, the works.

as opposed to the untrained hands of various friends/acquaintances during ski trips, camping trips, or at the tail end of late night party where a bottle or two of wine was involved.

i'd been meaning to get one for a while now and finally decided to treat myself for surviving LCS 5 and a job well done.

and i gotta say, driving there... i was a wee bit nervous. as are most men when it comes to getting a massage.

you see, there are two things that go through a man's head while he's lying face down on that table, waiting for his masseuse to come in...

1) what if i fart?

2) what if i get a boner?


well, my friends, i am proud to say, my first real massage has come and gone, and i did not get a boner.


til next time...