I’m going for a massage next week, for the first time in about a zillion years, and I’m a bit scared. Not just because I use massages as a replacement for physical affection, and I’m always a bit worried I’ll get confused and try and spoon the therapist at the end of the treatment.
I’m scared because I never know quite how naked you’re meant to get. I’m almost certain that you’re not supposed to take your pants off, but that’s not the same as absolutely certain. I tend to err on the side of caution and keep them where they are, but what if every massage therapist I’ve ever had is thinking ‘God, what a prude. Everyone knows you lose your kecks for an Indian head massage.’
Of course, massages are just the tip of the iceberg. What do you do… when you’re having a bikini wax?