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Nathan G-Chats me on a Friday afternoon to suggest we start our weekend inhaling dumplings in Chinatown. I recall that mere hours before I almost had a nervous breakdown while trying to fill out my fucking time sheets. We stroll around, the stench of fish markets overtaking pretty much everything else. A few minutes later, a woman who appears to be about our age mids le Nathan to the back of the building. I follow her through a beaded curtain to a hall with a bunch of doors, one of which she points me through. She tells me in broken English and hand gestures that I should disrobe, don a towel and lie down on the table.
She leaves the room so I can strip down to my privates in private. She begins by standing above my head and kneading at it, which feels fantastic. Thinking of Faye, I take a stab at conversation, asking the woman how long she has been giving massages.
I assume this is how one is supposed to behave during a professional massage, and it is also my go-to question for Lyft Drivers. And yes, I sometimes do still get drunk and watch that scene on YouTube. I come to when she taps on my side. She starts with my legs, which feels pretty groovy, and I close my eyes again trying again to conjure that high school moment that seemed perfect. The masseuse gently removes the towel, which brings me back to the now.
I discover that I have an erection. Because, well, someone is touching my dick. This woman is clearly about to jerk me off. Which is unexpected.
I must have picked the right place. Or the wrong one, depending on how you look at it.
When it ends, she points to a trashcan and leaves the room. I dispose of the condom — without peering into the horrors that wastebasket undoubtedly contains — and put my clothes back on. I feel kind of weird. Not in an unpleasant way, but still. I go home and take a nap. The party is enjoyable.
This excites me, as it does not happen all that often. The going home with someone part. That happens all the time. I understand. We both eventually pass out. We do not mess around again. We lose touch. I wake early and exchange groggy goodbyes with the woman.
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