A Massage In The Most Unlikely Place

When I woke up yesterday morning, I had no idea that I would receive one of the best massages of my life that day. It occurred in the most unlikely of places....a high school cafeteria, and it was performed by the most unlikely of people....a college student.

Tristan had a wrestling tournament yesterday. A tournament that took us an hour and a half out of our way one way. It was such a long drive, and I really had no desire(for some reason) to be there. I think because this is his last year wrestling, and I'm having difficulties with his impending departure from our household(this is a whole other story), I just am not into the whole #1 wrestling fan this year.

Anyway, we get to the school where the tournament is, and I'm in my "I don't want to be here" mood, complete with scowl and everything, when I see five massage tables set up in the cafeteria. There were a few people enjoying massages, and I was intrigued. I went over to the young people standing around these tables and asked what was going on.

It turned out that these young people were college students who needed to log some community service hours in massage therapy in order to graduate, and they were giving out free massages! "Sign me up!" I say. Free? Massage? No need to say more!

I climbed onto the table, after signing a waiver that says if this inexperienced college student permanently injures me I can't hold him liable, and expect to receive a so-so massage. What I expected, and what I got are two different things entirely! OMG! This kid knew just what to do, and knew how to do it well! If there was any tension or stress in my neck, it was gone instantly. It was like his fingers weren't really massaging, but giving off some sort of magic or energy that just melted away any knots withing the radius of his hands. I think I may have fell in love with him for just a second or two. I seriously thought about kidnapping him and throwing him in my trunk to take him home and make him my massage slave. But, decided against it since I came with the rest of my family, and they might get suspicious of the small, young guy in the trunk.

He kept asking me if the pressure was OK. "Tell me if the pressure is too hard, and I'll back off a little bit," he'd say.

I said, "The pressure is fine. I want to be able to feel your fingertips massaging my navel!"

He laughed. I think he thought I was kidding.

I was not......

The massage itself was over way too fast, about fifteen minutes. I wanted to tell him to keep going, that I'd gladly take my clothes off and cover with a towel right there in front of everyone if he'd like to do it the right way, but I didn't. I don't think the high school would appreciate such a show, even if it was in the name of health. I did find out though, that the college where these gifts of heaven attend, gives one hour massaged for $35. My friend, Laurie, and I have made plans to make the hour drive just to get one. I hope I can get John(I think that was his name) again. I'm telling you, he has a gift!

So, a massage in the cafeteria of a high school at a wrestling tournament. Doesn't get much weirder than that.