Thursday, February 28, 2013
an hour is not an hour
I had a Thai massage today that was the longest hour of my life. When she finished, I was hoping she didn't say... was it good for you. I can't remember the last good kiss I had...so I can't remember the last time someone said that. I was then thinking that an hour waiting for the train to arrive with a good friend on board is much longer than the last hour you spend waiting for the train to come to take them away. If this was my first massage, I would run out of Thailand and go to Sweden. I had a cranial experience today before the Attila the Hun rub down. I tried to think of everything during the experiences. I am looking at craving and aversion... i thought I wanted a massage and now I never want another...ah....wisdom is hard to come by.
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Cheryl and I had 'one of those' at the nite market in Chiang Mai. We both had male masseuses (spelling?). Other than strong muscles, they apparently had no massage skills. We both thought of stopping 1/2 thru and just giving them the 5 bucks. From that point on, I only went to Lil's.
joe
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