My body felt like it had been crammed inside an airtight container for way too long I needed some me time.
At 36 years old, I was used to spending more time in the gym than my schedule had allowed me during this past month, and I felt that my muscles really needed to be woken up. Hours with a therapist I saw briefly a few years ago seemed to conclude that I was trying to fill some unspoken, subconscious void in my life with stupid amounts of work.
I, on the other hand, found him incredibly attractive and wondered how I would be able to keep myself under control while under his hands.
Working 16 hour days, no lunch breaks, exceptional stress levels, and a super demanding client were all combining to make me an absolute mess.
It was with a weird mixture of excitement and apprehension that I buzzed up to his apartment.
Im generally totally in control of myself in any situation that I find myself in, but for some reason today, everything felt a little tentative, as I kept mentally scanning back to the details of this massage guys ad. He was a little shorter than me at 58, with startling blue eyes, short brown hair, a trimmed goatee, and beautifully tanned skin.
Turns out that he was available to see me within the hour, as another client had reportedly cancelled.
We exchanged a few quick e-mails, confirming his apartment number and a few other details.