Guess what, Yang agreed to go for a head, shoulder & back massage with me on the Phuket trip!! Ha ha, didn’t he and Matt say that massages and spa are just not their thing?
Well, our suite at Ayara Hilltops came with a complimentary massage for the couple and all I had to do was to book a time slot to enjoy the free service. It was Yang’s first ever massage by a pleasant-looking female Thai masseur. Of course, I was there to keep an eye on him. *wink* With nice soothing music playing in the background, we laid face down (fully clothed) all the time for our massuers to do their kneading and pounding. I was constantly checking on Yang to make sure that he was still breathing and whether he could take the ‘exertion’ upon his body. And my darling was thinking to himself that he’d probably have to crawl out after the massage. Hee hee. No worries, he survived.
I’d endeavour to get him do some milk bath or facial in time to come. After all, don’t wives need to pamper their husbands?
Oh no! Now I no longer have Yang available to firm up the non-massage contingent I now single-handedly chair. The next time I’m asked whether I intend to schedule a massage at a resort some place, to whom may I now turn and say proudly, “Well he doesn’t get massages either”? Yang, how could you? :)
Sorry bud; “The Force was too strong in that one, er her”.:(
I forgive you, but I’m afraid you’re forever shunned by the more radical contingent of the non-massage club. :)