is that a warming orange scent?

i had a massage today. i usually get a massage twice a month if not more. sounds luxurious eh? well, it has more of an i-have-just-worked-out-for-like-3,000-hours-and-my-muscles-are-falling-of-my-bones sort of feel to it. but today... today was not muscle therapy. today was a relaxation massage for sure. but there was one problem:

a new masseuse.

she is a friend of mine who just moved to the city from tulsa. she is as green as she could be and does house calls. i think it is great. so flexible. on my time. she comes to me.... but then there is the issue of "removing as much as comfortable" line before we start.

naked? oh crap. i forgot about the naked-ness of it all.

dont get me wrong. i think we all have a secret love of being naked. we were just unashamed of it when we were little munchkins. in fact it is expected that we strip down every chance we get between the ages of 1-4. i think it partly has to do with fact that since our parents can at anytime expose our "parts" mid-diper change, we then absolutely are allowed to remove socks, shoes, pants and any other article of clothing at any given moment.

but here i was pre-massage and completely willing to go the full monty except the part that i know this girl well enough that we hang out sometimes but not well enough that we run around in our bras together.. you know what i mean?

i closed my eyes and jumped in. its what i usually do. just jump in and figure it out as i go. everything was fine until the more awkward question:

"keri, what are you more comfortable with? glute work on top of the sheet or without the sheet?"

hahahhaaaa..... oh man. that's a loaded question. it like asking someone when the baby is due... when there is no baby. or asking someone if their parents know they are gay... when they are not. either response implies more information than is being asked.