Don't worry this is a fully PG post. I don’t have any pictures of this event, which you should be
thankful for, but it probably looked like this…
Many of you read Erin’s Post about the Turkish Baths. As she
recounted we were given a warning by our old boss, an all-around great
storyteller, Rick Johnson and up to this point there has been nothing to incite
the type of fear that Rick relayed during his PTSD episode. As you may have
read in Erin’s plethora of posts last week, Our friends Danielle and Bryan were
visiting and after Erin’s post they wanted nothing more than to go to the Hamam
and experience some of that inappropriate touching Erin talked about. It was a
great way to relax after our death-defying hike down the hill (Buck up Danielle!!!), or at least it
would have been…
In her post Erin made a little footnote about wearing a bathing
suit, an important part of the experience. So we advised our guests on
appropriate apparel and we were off to enjoy our final event of 2011. All was
going well, we went in to the sauna, then we were ushered into the marble cleaning room to wait our turn. The
ladies were first and Bryan and I relaxed as we waited. When the girls were
finished we took up our positions on the slab and got started. All was going
well until it happened…The man placed a towel over my mid-section and started
to tug at my shorts, like he wanted to take them off!!! On top of that he was pulling the shorts off with Danielle and Bryan still
in the room, in fact I think they both got a view of my fully exposed thigh.
Happy New Years friends, that is my little gift to you for the year.
If you read Erin’s post you will also know that I was
hesitant to venture to the hamam after Rick’s glowing endorsement, and I
usually spent most massages with a quiet voice in my head saying “Weird person
is rubbing me.” It definitely was never relaxing. However, now through time I
have been able to relax and enjoy the experience a little more. So imagine the volume
of that “quiet little voice” in my head. Now it was screaming as loud as it
could “DUDE IS RUBBING ME!!!” to make it worse he seemed to enjoy my discomfort
way too much, he was singing songs and whistling away. His final move, the coup
de grace, if you will, was the forced stretching in which he brought my knee to
my chest, a view no body wants to see. There was a towel involved, placed very
strategically, but that thing had way to much freedom to move where it wanted.
To quote Bryan:
“Who’s the slutty tourist now”
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I am supposed to believe you look like David when you get water poured on your head at the end of the massage, that must be some massage.
ReplyDeleteThe massage has nothing to do with it, thats just what I was equipped with. It's my cross to bear some might say. Apparently it makes dudes want to undress me.
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