Well...when I fall I ffall. Took one fer da team!!
After reading a post on another board and PM'ing the poster, I decided to revisit this place after a long hiatus. I booked an hour with Rosa after being told Julia was not available. I get there and I am greeted by the receptionnist, a little chilly, no smiles, no chat. Takes my money ($55). Lead me to the room and tells me that I will be getting Emily. Startled, I ask about Rosa and she said Emily is as good (looking and effective) as the others. That is the precise point in time I should've dove out the window. I remember reading in Monsieur's PM that Emily was hefty. I shiver at the thought of meeting this Shrek, but , as I always like to rationalize to myself, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I lie down on the table after showering and clensing all of my attainable crevaces. The floor is a little creaky in this place. I hear footsteps in the corridor. Distant, yet too loud to paint a clear picture in my mind. Badaboum, thump, cvrack, thack.....Door opens. My adams apple drops to my kneecap.
Monsieur you were right. At least 5'10. Weight...well we won't go there out of politeness. After asking me ''How would you like yourrrrrrr massage to be?'', I came very close of saying ''over''! Always looking things on the positive side I imagined I would be getting one of those legendary raunchy massages, some east-europeans are known for...Not the case. Absolutely clueless about technique. I had booked and hour too. A grotesque insult to the Massage License posted in the reception area. She proceeded to mambo incoherently in and mostly around my butt crack. The finish was as pointless, as her 100 grade sand paper like hands stroked my terrified flesh serpent to a finish. I had to use my concentration to get to the end.
She never smiled. Never spoke. Sub zero boys!
Too bad it's a clean, spotless Salon. Insist on who you booked
Alfie