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Jul. 26th, 2005 04:59 pmI’m Old
Not like really old, just older then seems appropriate for my age. I started out my day by watching a little bit of TiVo before going to my scheduled massage appointment. In Portland I would get a massage every 6 months or so and really enjoy them. This year my wife decided since I would not give her a reasonable list of wants for my birthday she would get me a subscription to a local massage parlor. All was going well until yesterday when the lady who was to give me my massage canceled. Deciding I still wanted a massage my only option was to get one from a male masseuse. I now realize that part of the fun of getting a massage is getting one from someone you find ‘nifty’. The man that gave me my massage was an older gentleman with what I would describe as a distinctly unhealthy vibe about him. He started the massage by commenting on how odd my body was. The old, overweight, balding man stood staring at my back for a few minuets lightly making diagrams on my back as if plotting a navel course. He then asked me how my mussels got so big. Apparently most peoples back mussels are smaller then mine, or at least in different places. Eventually he got over the situation and proceeded to give me my massage. At his point in my life I have had about 6 professional massages. All have been by women up until this one. During those previous massages never once did a lady spend a great deal of time massaging my ass. This man however spent a good amount of time focusing just on that section of my body. It is at this point that I decided I now have a strong preference to only receive massages from women, and good looking men.
After the massage I had lunch and then decided to go hiking. It is my opinion that few people hike in Arizona during the summer at 1pm. It seems that the vast number of individuals who do hike in this time frame tend to die of heat stroke. Thus they never are quite capable of letting people know if there is anything good to see in the desert during the hottest part of the day. I hence figured that I would go on a five mile hike, and see what they must see right before passing out. To be courteous, should I die from heat exposure, I brought my camera to at least be able to document my final moments. The hike was fun if a bit warm. I would also like to note that it is completely illogical to think that a reptile with a brain the size of a peanut would be aware enough of human society as to properly give way to a human on a clearly marked hiking trail. In my defense it was very hot at the time, and I was attempting to understand the Drake equation.
After the hike I went to best buy and picked up Pirates since it finally dropped to $30, and yes the game is good.
Not like really old, just older then seems appropriate for my age. I started out my day by watching a little bit of TiVo before going to my scheduled massage appointment. In Portland I would get a massage every 6 months or so and really enjoy them. This year my wife decided since I would not give her a reasonable list of wants for my birthday she would get me a subscription to a local massage parlor. All was going well until yesterday when the lady who was to give me my massage canceled. Deciding I still wanted a massage my only option was to get one from a male masseuse. I now realize that part of the fun of getting a massage is getting one from someone you find ‘nifty’. The man that gave me my massage was an older gentleman with what I would describe as a distinctly unhealthy vibe about him. He started the massage by commenting on how odd my body was. The old, overweight, balding man stood staring at my back for a few minuets lightly making diagrams on my back as if plotting a navel course. He then asked me how my mussels got so big. Apparently most peoples back mussels are smaller then mine, or at least in different places. Eventually he got over the situation and proceeded to give me my massage. At his point in my life I have had about 6 professional massages. All have been by women up until this one. During those previous massages never once did a lady spend a great deal of time massaging my ass. This man however spent a good amount of time focusing just on that section of my body. It is at this point that I decided I now have a strong preference to only receive massages from women, and good looking men.
After the massage I had lunch and then decided to go hiking. It is my opinion that few people hike in Arizona during the summer at 1pm. It seems that the vast number of individuals who do hike in this time frame tend to die of heat stroke. Thus they never are quite capable of letting people know if there is anything good to see in the desert during the hottest part of the day. I hence figured that I would go on a five mile hike, and see what they must see right before passing out. To be courteous, should I die from heat exposure, I brought my camera to at least be able to document my final moments. The hike was fun if a bit warm. I would also like to note that it is completely illogical to think that a reptile with a brain the size of a peanut would be aware enough of human society as to properly give way to a human on a clearly marked hiking trail. In my defense it was very hot at the time, and I was attempting to understand the Drake equation.
After the hike I went to best buy and picked up Pirates since it finally dropped to $30, and yes the game is good.
