Jeremy, being the great fiance that he is, got me a massage for my birthday. I've never had an actual massage before, so I wasn't too sure what to expect when I went in for it Tuesday afternoon. Weirdest. experience. of. my. life. Now it felt great, that's for sure, but all in all, it was strange. The masseuse was this old (60+) man who had on a pair of slacks, polo shirt, and a necklace consisting of a black leather strand with a red crystal on it. I'm sure it had some sort of healing powers but I didn't ask what those were. He leads me into the room and asks what I want to change about my body in the next hour. I was like "uhh, I don't know" and thinking to myself (change? I just want a massage!). When we get started I'm laying on my back on the table and he starts the "soothing music" and then proceeds to shut his eyes and it looks like he's meditating or channeling something while standing over me. The massage feels fine mostly and he tells me to tell him when something hurts and when I do, he responds in a soothing voice and says "thank you." It was a little weird, but whatever, the massage feels good. Finally when it ends he says he's going to leave the room so I can get dressed and as he leaves the room he plays these chimes that are by the door. I have no idea why, I'm sure there is a reason, but I didn't ask.
He kinda reminded me of Phoebe from Friends, but an old, slightly overweight, balding, man.
Now if this wasn't all weird enough for my first time to the masseuse, I get a card in the mail yesterday from him thanking me for "believing in massage." Weird.