So, yesterday, I got a massage. From a different guy. From a different cute, straight guy. It was a very different experience. More effective, I think… probably because I didn’t spend the whole time on the table wondering if he was flirting with me. He wasn’t. It was very professional. There were a few seconds where I thought, “hey, that feels really good” but I think that’s just the nature of a shoulder massage.
Did I get a massage from someone else purely for the sake of comparison? Mmmyeah kinda. Well, that and I’m hoping at some point if I get enough massages the tightness / stress etc. that lives in my shoulders will be more manageable. I also forgot that I had referred a friend to Tom for a massage. From the sound of things, it was a different experience for him, too.
My conclusion is that, yes, Tom was in fact flirting with me. And how do I feel about that? Still not sure.
Ok, Honey Badger still don’t give a shit. But the rational part of my brain does, and I don’t know how I feel because I’m pretty sure I feel that it’s a little inappropriate.
And here’s the part that’s even harder to admit. Once I felt pretty confident that he had been flirting with me, I reached out to him via social media.
Yup, not sober. Nope, not proud.
Anywho, I’ve gotten nothing for a response. So, now I’m feeling really silly, possibly a little duped, and assuming that he flirts with most of his female clients. Probably for tips. But here’s the thing: I tipped not-flirty guy just as much yesterday, and the only thing that would really affect the tip would be a bad massage. Andplusalso, if I had to guess, he’s going to get himself in trouble at some point.
So, time for a new MT (but I already knew that). Maybe, uh… maybe I should stick to female ones. 😛
And, on a different note, I just wanted to reiterate that single parenting is really freaking hard. I took Emma to her first Easter Egg hunt this weekend. By myself. I felt like she was the only kiddo there without both Mom & Dad present, and there were a fair number of grandparents etc. there too. It was an… adventure to wrangle her at the hunt all by myself. But I’m glad I did it.
Oh, and Seth brought me flowers yesterday, for Easter. Dub Tee? (Yes, that’s as in: WTF) If I had to guess, he bought some for his girlfriend, and they were two-for $something. It’s a nice thought and whatnot. But I’m just a little confused, I guess.
P.S. I should be getting the final draft of my divorce papers real soon now. Yay. Or something.