Comments on: Guest Blogger Kyle: Mystical Massage

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Cell phone GPS >> Miracles of technology...bring information on ... — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 14:19:47 +0000

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By: beens

beens — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:29:00 +0000

Kyle makes me smile with that story.

By: Natkaps

Natkaps — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:18:58 +0000

That is a hysterical story!!! Thank you for making me laught that hard. You made me forget all about my morning sickness for the five minutes it took to read it. And for that, I am eternally grateful

By: saggleo

saggleo — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:19:20 +0000

Greenbeaners are awesome! LMAO over here! Shannon…how sweet of your husband to give you an Antonio on your honeymoon!!! LOL that’s trust!

By: ab3

ab3 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:41:45 +0000

One Valentine’s Day, I got my husband (boyfriend at the time) a massage as a present. His best friend told me it would be a great idea, so I called the spa that I always went to and when they asked if he wanted anyone in particular, I told them no, because when I had gone, only women worked there. So he goes, nervous and not sure what to expect, and ends up with a man. Not only that, it ended up being the dad of one of his high school friends. He was so mad at me, he has never gone back and still talks about it four years later!

By: Julie

Julie — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:26:04 +0000

I am rolling!

By: sc

sc — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:46:48 +0000

You guys are hilarious! I’ve been reading these to my bf, and he is equally amused!

By: CeeCee

CeeCee — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:39:06 +0000

This has to be one of the funniest threads ever! I must be a massage hussy – because I used to have to go monthly (worked in a hospital with radiation and wore a 14 pound lead apron most of the day) and even my first time, I plopped myself on the table and was completely relaxed. I would see the therapist so frequently that we became friends – so I gave my hubby (then, just the BF) a gift of a massage. Naturally, I made the appointment with my friend. Lets just say he was horrifically embarrassed! I laughed until I had tears streaming down my cheeks when he came out of the room – he was beet red and sweaty from his nerves. So much for relaxation. He never went back LOL!

By: Shannon

Shannon — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:26:53 +0000

Oh I definitely have a good one.
My husband and I were in Aruba on our honeymoon and went to get a couples massage. I explained the process to him and he made the executive decision that he would feel more comfortable with a woman.
He called to schedule the appointment and specified that we would both like to have a female masseuse. For this next part, please keep in mind he is 6′5″ and 215 lbs. So we are in the wafting room and they hand us robes and slippers and show us to the locker rooms. Now, knowing I was going to have a woman, I get down to my skivvies – yup, that’s right completely nude. When I come out I see my husband sitting there in a robe that falls right below his knees and slippers that were clearly made for size 8 (not 12) feet. I, on the other hand, have a robe that is dragging on the floor and I have to shuffle over to him so the slippers stay on. The image of him sitting there, blushing, still makes me laugh out loud. So there where are with little iguana running by us when we were called into the room. A man that sounded and looked like an Italian GOD walks into the room. The hubbers, who was lying on his stomach, grabs the edge of the table and props himself up. He frantically looks from side to side to see if this guy is staying or dropping off towels (imagine George on Seinfeld in the massage episode – “I think it moved Jerry!”). Oh yeah, he’s staying. His partner, female, comes over to my side. Now I start to giggle uncontrollably imaging the thoughts that are running through his head. Antonio (as I like to call him) bends down and whispers into my husband’s ear, “It’s OK, I massage you?” in a soft, sultry accent. My New Englander husband looks over at him and says, “Sorry buddy, you’re going to have to take her.” Giggling stopped.
Moral of this one…he would rather a hunky man massage his naked wife than him!!!

By: Erin

Erin — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:01:51 +0000

A quick, should-be-obvious correction to my earlier post… “one of my favorite bloggers ever– second only to Lincee…”. Obbbbbbviously )