As most of you know, I just began an eight month course to get my massage therapy license. What that means is class three nights a week from 6-10:30. This is a problem because #1 I will still be working all day and #2 I am a grandma who is convinced that all bedtimes should be set at or before 10pm.
Monday night was the first class wherein we awkwardly began the four person (all women) class with the teacher (who is a male) saying, "I hope that none of you are timid. We're going to be getting naked in this class."
The other three girls gasped and looked at each other incredulously. Ummm...who else did you think we were going to learn massage on? Massage dummies?
Naturally, when the time came to volunteer for the first nakedness, my hand shot into the air. I, much like a three year old, feel that clothes are a great hindrance (not in a gross way, in an Adam and Eve way). I mean, we are talking about a girl who shucked her clothes for Japanese onsen experiences at least nine hundred times and also had several nearly naked massages on the busy beaches of Thailand.
As easily the meatiest girl in the class, you would think I would hold back, but if ANYONE (except a perv) is actually OFFERING to massage me, I am going to take them up on it - even if I have to be naked in Siberia.
Tonight we are scheduled to begin the anatomy part of the class - hopefully it will be more informative than the kinesiology portion we had Monday night which consisted of writing down a whole bunch of definitions that didn't make sense and were not explained.
And hopefully I will get the chance to get naked/be massaged again. Maybe my true calling is to be an exotic dancer. Or a streaker.
2 comments:
Wow! That sounds like a great place to gather more fodder for funny blogs! I relish it!
can't wait for these class updates. hmmm. hilarity will most definitely ensue. you have a Taber's dictionary, right? All you ever need to know is in Taber's. Trust me.
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