As I sat on a low square faux-leather stool sipping tea from a tiny ceramic cup, a masseuse leaned forward and cupped my left breast, giving it a little squeeze and smiling to herself; I sat, unmoving on the stool, sipping my tea. Did I just have a Thai massage with a happy ending?
It seems silly in this day and age for me to admit that until this week I have never been to a spa. Like ever. Sure, I’ve toured a couple and I’ve stood at a reception desk to buy gift certificates for friends and family, but I have never actually had a spa treatment myself.
What?! Why not! (I’m guessing that is what you’re thinking)