Angels today around 12:30
After a delightful visit, I was on the couch with her helping fix her cellphone.
You walked in. My first face to face w / a fellow monger.
Sorry I may have broken protocol.
Wow. (1000 Cambridge St, Cambridge)
Had an interesting experience today at 1000 Cambridge St in Cambridge. Been there loads of times before, though the staff seems to completely change every few months. This time, a young, very thin girl (with a not-terribly-attractive-face) answers the door, and ushers me in. She seemed kind of awkward, like it might have been her first day. She forgot to take the fee up front, then realized this after I was already face down, the couldn't seem to decide whether she wanted me to get the money or to wait until after. A bit scattered.
But then she proceeded to give me the worst massage I've ever received in my life. Basically, she put oil on me and then pushed it around the surface of my back without really making contact with any muscle. At various points in the massage, I considered just getting up and going because the whole process was so tedious, but I figured that she was new and she just needed experience. After what felt like forever, she asked me again if I had been there before, and I said I had, many times (which is true). She then told me to turn over (without cleaning the oil off of my back) , and then, um, yes. Now is when you need to give me a pillow.
Then it got weird. She starts sighing, and pacing. And muttering something."When you get a massage. You usually? You usually?" I think I maybe said: "um. Massage?", and by this point she was practically hyperventilating. Mind you, I had not asked for, or even so much as hinted at a desire for anything other than an ordinary massage. She starts pacing around the room. I ask if she's okay, and she's looking down at me like she's contemplating the prospect of reaching her hand into a jar of angry bees. More hyperventilation.
At this point, I tell her to just stop, and she RUNS out of the room. Then I'm left to get a hot towel for myself to get the oil off of my back. The mamasan women comes in after a while and tries to help me reach part of my back. After I'm dressed, the girl ("Wendy?") apparently after having regained composure returns to remind me that I hadn't paid yet. I gave her the $60 for the house fee. Against my better judgment, since the massage was a complete disaster, even before thing went off of the rails. Obviously, no tip. Both she and mamasan say it will be better next time, but I told them that that was way too weird for there to be a next time. WTF?
I'd steer clear at least until they do another staff turnover, unless you have a fetish for have people recoiling in disgust at the imagined prospect of touching you, when you haven't even asked them to do that. Good times.