"death of a masseuse"
Wednesday, February 21, 2007 Filed in: my life
| deep thoughts
there are few things in
life as wonderful as a great massage. it’s probably
surprising for most people to know that i actually
don’t splurge on such things very regularly. however,
maybe three or four times a year i’ll decide to put
down the $60 and allow for the luxury of someone
beating the crap out of my back, neck, arms, legs,
hands and feet for an hour. (the feet is the best
part.)
about three years ago, my mom decided to get me a massage as a gift for my birthday or Christmas or something. anyway, she’d been going to this woman for a long time and hooked me up. upon arriving i was a little... thrown off.
you have to understand... when men think of massages, our minds instantly go to some hot, young asian or swedish girl who we would realistically never have a chance with. this is a very stupid and unrealistic expectation. however, it never fails to occur nonetheless.
on this particular occasion, i was introduced to Anna. Anna was not what i was expecting. she was not a young, hot asian or swedish masseuse. Anna was about 5 feet tall. Anna was also about 60 years old. i wasn’t sure how i felt about this.
the next hour changed my mind completely. Anna was the most amazing masseuse i’d ever met. plus, she was totally cool. normally if the masseuse tries to talk to me during the massage, i get very annoyed. (i just want to relax for an hour... just play the peaceful music and shut up!) but, for some reason, it didn’t bother me with her. she was just that cool and just that good.
i probably visited Anna 7 or 8 times over the next few years. i found out that she actually drove all the way to Orange from Victorville. (sometimes, she sat in three hours of traffic!) i felt like this was stupid and let her know my feelings on the subject.
anyway, last week, my mom was going over to the doctor’s office where Anna worked out of. i asked her to put me down for an appointment as long as she was over there. when i saw her later that day, she told me that Anna had died from cancer back in November.
it’s kinda weird cuz it’s not like i was close to this woman. i don’t even know her last name. but she was one of those constants in life. you know? the things or people you take for granted and just expect to be there.
in any case, Anna was cool. she was this short, old grandmother who could probably kick my butt (judging by the strength of her massages), but was totally sweet and wise and caring. and she loved God. and she knew what that meant. and after you spent any time with her, you knew what that meant too. i hope that someday, people can say that about me too.
about three years ago, my mom decided to get me a massage as a gift for my birthday or Christmas or something. anyway, she’d been going to this woman for a long time and hooked me up. upon arriving i was a little... thrown off.
you have to understand... when men think of massages, our minds instantly go to some hot, young asian or swedish girl who we would realistically never have a chance with. this is a very stupid and unrealistic expectation. however, it never fails to occur nonetheless.
on this particular occasion, i was introduced to Anna. Anna was not what i was expecting. she was not a young, hot asian or swedish masseuse. Anna was about 5 feet tall. Anna was also about 60 years old. i wasn’t sure how i felt about this.
the next hour changed my mind completely. Anna was the most amazing masseuse i’d ever met. plus, she was totally cool. normally if the masseuse tries to talk to me during the massage, i get very annoyed. (i just want to relax for an hour... just play the peaceful music and shut up!) but, for some reason, it didn’t bother me with her. she was just that cool and just that good.
i probably visited Anna 7 or 8 times over the next few years. i found out that she actually drove all the way to Orange from Victorville. (sometimes, she sat in three hours of traffic!) i felt like this was stupid and let her know my feelings on the subject.
anyway, last week, my mom was going over to the doctor’s office where Anna worked out of. i asked her to put me down for an appointment as long as she was over there. when i saw her later that day, she told me that Anna had died from cancer back in November.
it’s kinda weird cuz it’s not like i was close to this woman. i don’t even know her last name. but she was one of those constants in life. you know? the things or people you take for granted and just expect to be there.
in any case, Anna was cool. she was this short, old grandmother who could probably kick my butt (judging by the strength of her massages), but was totally sweet and wise and caring. and she loved God. and she knew what that meant. and after you spent any time with her, you knew what that meant too. i hope that someday, people can say that about me too.