The joy of awkwardness Opinion
From the outset I am overly grateful to the masseur. Painfully so. Even I wouldn want to touch some parts of myself. And here I am expecting a complete stranger to touch (a) the soles of my feet, (b) my sweaty back and (c) my upper arm flab all in the space of 60 minutes.
They don seem to mind. I remind myself they probably done this before. And they probably had to touch grosser people than I. Then I take my shoes off and remember that I haven cut my toenails in three months. That right,
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Once the physical awkwardness is ebbing, there comes the problem of how much noise to make.
Complete silence? Or approving noises? You don want to be completely silent. Do you? They might think you not enjoying the treatment. No, complete silence would be too rude. But letting a tiny out is harder than it sounds. There a fine line between and You don want to make them feel sexually harassed.
And there always the risk of mis-timing your noise,
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I suppose I could just occasionally call out polite and encouraging phrases,
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worry, she said. heard much worse noises. told me about gigglers and groaners, and said she had a regular who liked to yell the entire way through because it was he expressed his relaxation realised that just as there always been someone with longer toenails than you, there also always been someone who bellows like livestock with more gusto than you.
The only thing left to feel awkward about was paying for my massage with the circular imprint of the massage table face-hole plastered on my cheeks and forehead,
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