Thai Massages

I have only had 3 massages in my life; the first was at Mohonk Mountain house last November, the second was in Vietnam two weeks ago, and the third was today in Cambodia. Before Sam, massages were not a part of my realm of understanding.

Sam, loves massages. There is no question in my mind he would leave me for a less interesting woman should she posses the talent and agree to provide him with daily massages--this is undoubtedly his weak spot.

It would seem a requirement, to be with Sam, that I too should love massages. But, as I learned today, this is not the case.

Getting a Thai massage was the most painful hour of my life. And for those of you who don't know me, I don't like pain. 2/3 of the hour was pain, 1/6 of the hour was uncontrollable tickling, and the last 1/6th was pleasure... Like when she was FINISHED with certain parts of my body. Getting a Thai massage is like going to Vinyasa Flow hot Yoga for a chain smoker who is hungover and out of shape.... I take it only some of you will know what that means, but it's the opposite of pleasant.

Sam, on the other hand, quite enjoys this sort of thing. As we lay next to one another (this was an upscale joint) my cries of pain were responded with his hums of pleasure. He sounded like a coo-ing baby while I sounded like a torture victim.

Unbelievably I made in through the whole hour. (Sam signed up for an hour and a half). As I escaped the torture chamber I looked at the attendant and very politely said, "I think I'll have a pedicure now".