I'm a simple emigrant and I love massage

Recently, as it turned out, I tried Thai massage for the first time — although I had been to massages a thousand times in different cities and countries. And a couple of years ago, friends gave me a certificate for a studio in Frankfurt. In my usual style, I only ended up going there after ages. The place is great: superb location, good service, everything clean and pleasant, they serve tea. True, it’s a bit pricey. The girl showed me into the room: led me in and left. I stood there, thinking, obviously I should undress, but how much? The certificate simply said “aromatherapy oil massage” — not a word about the technique or the area to be massaged. Anyway, I decided to undress completely, and whatever would happen would happen. I was right. The masseuse returned, smeared me with oil and for about forty minutes stroked, and then climbed on top of me with her legs. Just like I used to walk with my dad in my childhood. I was so surprised I turned around to look, thinking maybe she was pressing with her elbows and wrists. But no, there she sits, working! At the end she massaged my feet and put something on them. I lay there again thinking, I wonder if they have gift socks for everyone or if she took mine. And I stuff my own socks into my sneakers so tight in such situations that you’d have to call miners to get them out. It turned out she did indeed put me in my own socks. Anyway, I realized that Thai massage isn’t for me. I prefer when they really knead, and not just smear the oil. But if that’s your thing, I can recommend this place, especially as a gift. #curiosities