So, I took some time out of my busy day, actually took a shower, actually put on some real pants, and went to get a massage. The entire time I was there, I was writing this blog in my head. I’ll start from the beginning.
I’m standing there naked (but fully robed) (although the robes are like paper thin) (but at least it’s dimly lit) OK. I’m standing there and right off the bat the massage girl says:
girl: So just go ahead and get in the bed, I’ll step out for a second.
me: Ok. sounds good.
girl: Oh, so you’re a massage therapist then?
me: (a little bit freaked out that this complete stranger would ask me this) Um, well… that’s a long story. But not exactly.
girl: Oh, well it says in your file that you were going to massage therapy school.
me: (wondering why in the heck I have a “file” for getting spa services… Also wondering what else this so-called “file” contains. Also wondering if every conversation I have with my massage therapists are recorded in said “file” because I’m pretty sure I remember talking about that last time I was here…) Yea, well I was going, but I quit.
girl: Well I was just nervous that I had a trained professional on my hands and you were gonna be all judgey.
So I get into the bed. She comes in. No sooner than the blanket is off my back we are engrossed in a conversation about, what else? …. relationships.
I said something about my bad experiences and tendencies to date inappropriate (and sometimes International) men, and she responded with “stop stealing my life.” It was in that very moment, when she cloned my favorite phrase, that the world stood still. The clouds parted, and an epiphany shone down from the heavens…. Could it be?
Further conversation would prove that my hypothesis was indeed, correct:
me: so wait, let me get this straight. You’ve been floundering around for several years, dating inappropriate men that you were convinced were perfect, avoiding marriage and illegitimate children, went to school for art yet are now giving me a massage, you’re restless, confused, AND you say things like “stealing my life?”
girl: Yes. and I’ve dated inappropriate International men.
me: (stop talking for a second to catch my breath)… who? how? …from where?
girl: Well, first there was the German. It was really fun travelling around with him. Then there was the Costa Rican foreign exchange student. But thennnnnnn there was the Ecuadorian. He was trouble. But we had a good time in Argentina.
me: (this girl is me…should I be scared?…) I know this sounds terrible, but have you found that many of your relationships have “overlapped” because you have mentally moved on but can’t get the guts to break it off with the other person?
girl: Oh yea… big time.
That sealed the deal. I was in love. We had more things in common that I could possibly write about and we ended up talking through the entire massage… but dont’ you worry I’m a master multi-tasker, thus I was able to simultaneously relax. I gave her my card (because obviously I can’t let this one get away) and immediately headed over to Panera where Kenny was chillin. I storm in, sit down and say:
me: OK. You’re not going to BELIEVE this!?!#$% After all these years, I have managed to find the female equivalent of myself!
kenny: But…. you are female.
me: I know that I’m female. But you’re the male equivalent of me, right? So she’s the female.
kenny: Oh. Well good for you.
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