I love Groupon. Last spring, I bought a Groupon for a couple’s massage. Eliott and I have had one or two of these before, once in Tunica, and once in Vegas. They were glorious, especially after a good hard workout. I should mention that in one of these, when the therapists left the room for us to disrobe and get on the table, we both got on the same table, stacked. How cute were the women when they came back and there we were, lying completely still. They were good sports, even if we were corny old people with dirty senses of humor.
Back to Groupon. This was to be a surprise for Eliott, since he’s always gotten massages for me (FYI – El gets abundant massages from his own personal therapist, as any therapist with a partner knows). It’s taken several false starts to get this one scheduled; they even let us extend beyond the expiration date since we had tried so hard to find a time.
Our massage was last Saturday. I told El I had a surprise for him, so at 2:30 I told him to just hop in the car with me and not ask questions, which he did joyfully. Off we drove toward Nashville. (Just so you know, I’m not going to reveal the name or location of this place).
We pulled into the parking lot, which was as close to a trailer park as I can describe. We had a moment where El realized what his surprise was, flashed his beautiful smile, and up the rickety stairs we go.
The door was locked. Not too unusual for a small practice. Sometimes the therapist is finishing with one client, and must keep the door locked until he or she is finished and can greet the new clients. We rang the bell and were buzzed in….to a room that might have been 6′ x 6′. We each took a seat and filled out our clipboard forms on the same desk behind which the therapist sat (did I mention it was close quarters?).
After this, we met our two therapists. Lovely ladies, who showed us toward the restroom (one, which we took turns using). We were shown the room, which, had it had ONE massage table in would have been a little crowded). No pads on the table, not even covers on the face cradle, but massage-therapy-school folded pillowcases covering the face cradle. We disrobed and climbed precariously onto the wobbly tables (no double-stack this time).
The therapists enter the room and begin the massages. Disclaimer: I am a massage therapist. I’ve been a therapist for about 7 years. I know a good massage. However, Eliott is not a massage therapist. I’ll include commentary from both of us.
My therapist was wonderful. I thought her pace, pressure, and pattern were spot on. I thought it was a little sketch when she worked my glutes. I go Full Monty for massages, and when she worked my glutes she pulled the drape back, well, all the way. There I was, twat to the wind, but, honestly, she did a great job. I had told her I was an athlete and was not modest. She apparently believed me. Eliott was having the same experience, only his version was balls to the wind. Typically, in a tandem massage, the therapists follow an identical pattern, so we were having this “exposure experience” simultaneously.
Our therapists chose to have us face-down first, so the second half of our massage we were face up and the therapists were working on our thighs, chests, shoulders, and neck. I can’t leave out Eliott’s comment after the massage was over and the therapists left the room: “I’ve had lap dances where the strippers have not put their t*ts in my face as much as that woman”. I admit, I was having a bit of the same, um, phenomenon. The only thing missing was a pole and platform shoes.
In spite of the ventilated glute work and boobilicious front work, I actually had a good massage – good, deep pressure, good rhythm, and apparent knowledge of muscle innervations, origins, and insertions.
Later, when we googled the name of the establishment, we read several accounts that described their experiences of overhearing requests for the proverbial Happy Endings. Caveat Emptor: Google BEFORE you go get your massage. If you have a bad experience, here is the TN Dept of Health site to report, and PLEASE REPORT. It elevates the profession, and improves it for everyone!
If you want a recommendation for a professional, effective, functional massage, contact me. I know some really good therapists. =)
Thanks for reading!