One of my favorite loving-myself activities is to visit an incredible spa in CT. This spa is top notch. It is a day facility and they provide you with comfy big white robes and squishy flip flops. Inside is a sauna, steam room, whirl pool, indoor pool, full service spa services – all to use at your leisure for the day. They offer complimentary water, teas and fruit, a smoothie bar and 2 restaurants on the property. The building is sectioned off into several parts – areas for massages, manicures/ pedicures, Hollywood dressing room, and a quiet room.
On this visit I went alone and requested a 90 minute hot stone therapy treatment. I made myself comfortable waiting for my name to be called in an area right outside the massage rooms – nice and snug in my robe and slippers. I began to enter the zone – relaxed, peaceful – flipping through a vacation magazine. My masseuse called out my name like a song. I was shown to my room, whipped off my robe and slippers, went commando under the sheet and soaked in every second of the next hour and a half.
After the massage I sauntered over to the quiet room to veg out some more. The area was dimly lit with twelve chaise lounge chairs surrounding the room. Each chair was covered with a navy blue micro fleece cushion. There were blankets to pull over yourself and towels to use as pillows. In the corner was an oversized lounge chair calling my name. That would be my spot for the next hour or so. I put the blanket over my feet, took a sip of my tea and began to read my book.
Goodness knows how much time had passed before I woke up with a wee bit of drool on the left side of my mouth. Geez, the massage must have knocked me out! I layed still for a few seconds trying to wake up, staring straight at the ceiling. After a moment I sat up. I looked down. My entire left breast was hanging out and exposed in full view to the other eleven people in the room.
So my question to you is this – if you were in any of these situations, would you appreciate it if someone told you that you’ve got a little somethin’ going on? So the next time you see someone with her skirt tucked into her underwear or with toilet paper hanging off her shoe, please Make a decision to be that person and let them know! You will certainly make the world a better place ;o) Please share any similar stories!