So I wanted to get a massage today, I've just been overly stressed. So I'll start at the beginning of journey. I picked a place based on what I read on Yelp. This place I heard was pretty good minus the fact there was a large language barrier. I'm Asian, but I do not speak Chinese like they do. But I figured hey, I don't need to really talk to you as long as you're doing a good job! When I first called, the nice receptionist Thui told me that they had an hour available in about an hour. I asked for a certain masseuse (read on Yelp that those two masseuses I asked for was good) but she politely said that those two were busy for the evening. She assured me that everyone there was trained and equally as good. (Although I've read other wise on Yelp.) I told her I needed a female masseuses because I was molested by a man when I was little (3rd grade til 6th grade) and it started as a massage, (I don't want to go into more detail than that. I feel uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding) and I just didn't want to be faced with memories. I said I'll call back. I called back, another old sounding lady answered, and didn't greet me but just said, "Can you hold on please." I said okay, and was on hold for a total of 6 minutes and 54 seconds. And I don't mean I was on hold and just listening to some grand ol' elevator music. The lady literally put the phone done and continued to do her transaction with a customer. I over heard her trying to get the customer to buy a package deal, explain why it was a good deal, etc. Then after the customer got done paying I heard the staff just speaking their native language, Chinese. I even tried to say, "Hello??" on the phone hoping someone would hear me and pick up the phone. Then I pressed someone buttons on the phone thinking they'd hear that. No luck. I just hung up and dialed again. This time another friendly young lady answered, I believe it was the same girl that answered the first time. I said I'll go ahead and take the hour slot before it got filled. She then told me "L" names of two woman who will have me. Either one or the other. I got there, I checked in. She took my credit card, and said she's hold on to it. I'm thinking, "Why??" I mean she could just swipe it now, or let me give it to her later. That sat uneasy with me, but whatever. I didn't want to be more stressed.
I sat down with my number and immediately a guy calls my number and I following him to my room. I thought he was just showing me to my room so I got in, he made the bed in about one minute, and then told me undress. He left the room. I got undressed and laid down on the table. Then he came back in, I looked at the clock and noted the time to see if he would massage me for exactly one hour. Time was 7:54 although my session was suppose to start at 7:50.
I immediately felt very tense. This was a MAN massaging me, what the hell?? The whole time I felt very very tense because of this. I felt he put my panties and the blanket down too low, I just felt uncomfortable overall. I know I wanted a hard deep tissue, but I felt like this guy was trying to kill me. It was so hard at certain pressure points, I thought he was trying to do a Kill Bill move and kill me in one simple touch! I have to give it to him, for a tiny guy he had loads of strength!! I had to tell him to lighten up a bit a few times, and yes there was a huge language barrier. I'd have to say lighter, then he'd be too soft. Then I'd say a wee bit harder, then he'd go super hard. And I'd say softer. He didn't seem to have a "middle" type of pressure. I was going to go to the front desk to tell the ladies there that I didn't want a guy, and if I was going to get a guy I'd have to be able to communicate with him. But I my mind was going crazy and I couldn't think of how to tell him to step out while I redress and go outside to talk to the ladies. There was a big language barrier. I just said screw it!
Some positives though, Jones (masseuse) knew his stuff! It was embarrassing, I could HEAR him tackling my knots! When he'd work my knots it would make sounds like a freaking creaking door! It was so loud!! I'm sure he knew I was stressed!! At my last 20 minutes, people in the next room holding a conversation! I'm trying to relax here man! Jones did a fabulous job with my calves! Tickled my feet like hell, I almost budged so much I felt like I'd kick him in the face.
At the end he exited the room, and I was like in shock. That was a freaking hour?! And it was!! 8:54 pm! An exact hour! It went by really fast. Fastest ever!! I think it was because I was so stressed of the situation and thinking of everything, my mind was just so busy I couldn't really relax.
Looking near my clothing, I saw a little black book. It said tips were appreciated. I remember at the front desk that they had a sign and it said at every cashier spot that cash tips were very appreciated by the masseuses and that it's accustomary to tip 12% and they even broke it down to how much average a tip was. And then on the paper they give you with your number as you wait for them to call your number the paper even says what you ordered, how much it was, and broke it down to show you how much you should tip! I tipped accordingly. I mean it's not his fault they messed up giving me a guy. He himself put a lot of energy and work into my hour. He deserved it although he was really hard on me. I exited and he greeted me with a cup of water. I thanked him and walked to the front desk and was greeted by two ladies a younger one (the one I booked with) and an older lady. They asked me to purchase a package, I declined and said why. They tried to find out why there was a miscommunication, the girl said she spoke to me but didn't get that I needed a woman. I told them all the problems, the older lady (owner?) said sorry but if I can buy a package I get try different masseuses until I found the one I liked. I politely said no. Hello, you just gave me a guy when I asked for a woman and told you why. I wouldn't want to pay hundreds of dollars for a package when I didn't even like my first visit. Maybe I'll come back to try someone different, and if I liked that one then I'd buy a package. As I walked away, the younger girl said, "Bye Missie." That was a nice touch, her remembering my name.
I came home and DF's Dad asked how it went. I told him about the incident and he told me basically I shouldn't have stressed it because me being molested happened years ago and it wasn't like my molester was touching me. I felt so crushed. I'm not the type of person to be like super senstive about it. I went to therapy for it and I'm fine with what happened now. I don't like sit and cry for hours. But just having someone touch me I felt so awkward. Hearing DF's Dad say that made me want to
. It made me feel like I'm over reacting to this situation. I mean I didn't like cry or get super angry and run out of the spa. I was polite the whole time. 
Thanks for reading if you got this far.
I sat down with my number and immediately a guy calls my number and I following him to my room. I thought he was just showing me to my room so I got in, he made the bed in about one minute, and then told me undress. He left the room. I got undressed and laid down on the table. Then he came back in, I looked at the clock and noted the time to see if he would massage me for exactly one hour. Time was 7:54 although my session was suppose to start at 7:50.
I immediately felt very tense. This was a MAN massaging me, what the hell?? The whole time I felt very very tense because of this. I felt he put my panties and the blanket down too low, I just felt uncomfortable overall. I know I wanted a hard deep tissue, but I felt like this guy was trying to kill me. It was so hard at certain pressure points, I thought he was trying to do a Kill Bill move and kill me in one simple touch! I have to give it to him, for a tiny guy he had loads of strength!! I had to tell him to lighten up a bit a few times, and yes there was a huge language barrier. I'd have to say lighter, then he'd be too soft. Then I'd say a wee bit harder, then he'd go super hard. And I'd say softer. He didn't seem to have a "middle" type of pressure. I was going to go to the front desk to tell the ladies there that I didn't want a guy, and if I was going to get a guy I'd have to be able to communicate with him. But I my mind was going crazy and I couldn't think of how to tell him to step out while I redress and go outside to talk to the ladies. There was a big language barrier. I just said screw it!
Some positives though, Jones (masseuse) knew his stuff! It was embarrassing, I could HEAR him tackling my knots! When he'd work my knots it would make sounds like a freaking creaking door! It was so loud!! I'm sure he knew I was stressed!! At my last 20 minutes, people in the next room holding a conversation! I'm trying to relax here man! Jones did a fabulous job with my calves! Tickled my feet like hell, I almost budged so much I felt like I'd kick him in the face.
At the end he exited the room, and I was like in shock. That was a freaking hour?! And it was!! 8:54 pm! An exact hour! It went by really fast. Fastest ever!! I think it was because I was so stressed of the situation and thinking of everything, my mind was just so busy I couldn't really relax.
Looking near my clothing, I saw a little black book. It said tips were appreciated. I remember at the front desk that they had a sign and it said at every cashier spot that cash tips were very appreciated by the masseuses and that it's accustomary to tip 12% and they even broke it down to how much average a tip was. And then on the paper they give you with your number as you wait for them to call your number the paper even says what you ordered, how much it was, and broke it down to show you how much you should tip! I tipped accordingly. I mean it's not his fault they messed up giving me a guy. He himself put a lot of energy and work into my hour. He deserved it although he was really hard on me. I exited and he greeted me with a cup of water. I thanked him and walked to the front desk and was greeted by two ladies a younger one (the one I booked with) and an older lady. They asked me to purchase a package, I declined and said why. They tried to find out why there was a miscommunication, the girl said she spoke to me but didn't get that I needed a woman. I told them all the problems, the older lady (owner?) said sorry but if I can buy a package I get try different masseuses until I found the one I liked. I politely said no. Hello, you just gave me a guy when I asked for a woman and told you why. I wouldn't want to pay hundreds of dollars for a package when I didn't even like my first visit. Maybe I'll come back to try someone different, and if I liked that one then I'd buy a package. As I walked away, the younger girl said, "Bye Missie." That was a nice touch, her remembering my name.
I came home and DF's Dad asked how it went. I told him about the incident and he told me basically I shouldn't have stressed it because me being molested happened years ago and it wasn't like my molester was touching me. I felt so crushed. I'm not the type of person to be like super senstive about it. I went to therapy for it and I'm fine with what happened now. I don't like sit and cry for hours. But just having someone touch me I felt so awkward. Hearing DF's Dad say that made me want to
. It made me feel like I'm over reacting to this situation. I mean I didn't like cry or get super angry and run out of the spa. I was polite the whole time. Thanks for reading if you got this far.
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