I miss The Ice Spa. I'm pretty sure they miss me too. I’m pretty sure I was becoming a preferred customer there.
I have not paid for a massage in 4 months though. I may miss my massages and times at The Ice Spa more than any other expense I have given up.
I do miss going out to eat, but I really think I might miss the massages more.
Especially because I could really use a massage.
When I was 19, I did some stupid things. The boy I dated? Stupid. The reckless spiral I was on? Stupid. The amount I drank? Really stupid.
It is possible that nothing I did at 19 was quite so stupid however, as the time I got into the bed of a truck in Rocky Point, Mexico for “just a quick drive” even though I knew the driver was intoxicated.
Stupid.
Him thinking it would be funny to scare the two girls in the back of his truck by going extra fast over the sand dunes?
Stupid.
I refused to go to a Mexican hospital. Flat out refused. Instead I decided I could treat the pain with more booze.
Stupid.
By the time we got back to the United States (3 days later) my entire immune system had shut down. My body actually rejected the belly button ring I had for 3 years prior to that – that’s how bad my immune system shut down! I had sores on my throat (not STD sores!) and I could barely talk or walk. My stomach was overtaken with this huge red circle because of the belly button infection and I was running a ridiculously high temperature.
It wasn’t pretty.
I had 3 cracked vertebrate and a busted foot.
After that initial ER visit, I didn’t go to a chiropractor as suggested.
Stupid.
By the time I finally saw someone about my back, it was 3 years later and my spine had pretty much settled the way it was going to be. It’s not bad, but it’s not great either. The guy I saw said he could help me, but I honestly didn’t have the money or the time to throw at a chiropractor 3 times a week.
So, I live with a little back pain. Most days I don’t even notice it, but when I get massages they always comment on it. Sometimes it makes me laugh, because I don’t even realize how bad it is.
But now that I’m not getting regularly massages?
I notice.
Either that or I just miss pampering myself!
I do not need a massage though. I want a massage. There is a difference, and in the interest of saving money I told myself it was time to separate my needs from my wants. I’ve actually been doing a good job of it! I do not need to pay for a massage that is not going to change my back situation in the long run. It is a temporary fix. I do not need temporary fixes.
I might need a man though. A man who was all about giving me nightly massages and working out those extra kinks for me. A man who wanted to give me massages.
That would be nice.
Do men like that exist?
Because if so, I might be willing to admit that I need a man. Not just want, but need.
The Devirginator used to give me massages all the time, but that was back when we were practically kids and he knew that a massage typically lead to us getting naked. No other man I have ever dated has been big on giving me massages. OK, that's a lie... The Boy Next Door did pull out the massage oils and relaxing music once after we got home from a baseball game, and it was a pretty amazing massage [which also lead to nudity] but that only happened one time.
Note to self: Find a man, and train him better.
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