My stomach was full with butterflies as I waited in the waiting area. I really shouldn’t be in this place. Only because a buddy gave me a free session and I didn’t want to seem rude, I made the appointment. A massage seemed too obscene and similar to how I imagined men would caressing me in the bedroom. Even worse, this massage covered the entire body. What exactly did that mean? Was I required to strip off my clothes? I kept thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to be turned on in front of a stranger while I sat there.
My name was called as the lobby door opened just as I was about to leave. I abruptly got to my feet. I was being invited to go to the rear with a tall man who was dressed casually. I felt a nervous flutter as I took in his unkempt hair and brilliant blue eyes while he smiled amiably. Why didn’t I ask for a woman as my therapist? Was even that a choice? He introduced himself and said that he would be looking after me today. His name was Nick, and we proceeded down a brief hallway.