I don't know how to say this without this post turning into flame bait.
About a year and a half ago a nervous middle-aged man walked into a spa in the east end. He'd heard about it from someone who had sent a friend of theirs there for a stag, but really had no idea what to expect. As luck, fate, or providence would have it he found perfection - in his mind - that first day.
The hobby became a drug - as it always does - and he starting checking out the rest of the roster, but always returned to that one who "took his massage virginity". He liked talking to her, and she seemed to enjoy talking to him too. She melted his stress away so easily, not by her massage skills, but just the calming aura of her presence, and the way she just knew when something was wrong and knew the exact words to say.
As much as I'm going to get flamed for this, you were more than an MPA, you were a friend.
Today marks the first week of your new life back in "the real world". I'm standing on my feet cheering for you and giving you a standing ovation hon, even though you can't hear me or see me. There's nobody who deserves happiness and success more than you do, and you are so damn smart you will succeed in whatever you do.
They say you might come back. I'm not holding my breath.
Since I've managed to turn myself into a large crying lump I'm gonna stop before this gets even more pathetic.
Bye hon. Take care of yourself. Remember never to drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
About a year and a half ago a nervous middle-aged man walked into a spa in the east end. He'd heard about it from someone who had sent a friend of theirs there for a stag, but really had no idea what to expect. As luck, fate, or providence would have it he found perfection - in his mind - that first day.
The hobby became a drug - as it always does - and he starting checking out the rest of the roster, but always returned to that one who "took his massage virginity". He liked talking to her, and she seemed to enjoy talking to him too. She melted his stress away so easily, not by her massage skills, but just the calming aura of her presence, and the way she just knew when something was wrong and knew the exact words to say.
As much as I'm going to get flamed for this, you were more than an MPA, you were a friend.
Today marks the first week of your new life back in "the real world". I'm standing on my feet cheering for you and giving you a standing ovation hon, even though you can't hear me or see me. There's nobody who deserves happiness and success more than you do, and you are so damn smart you will succeed in whatever you do.
They say you might come back. I'm not holding my breath.
Since I've managed to turn myself into a large crying lump I'm gonna stop before this gets even more pathetic.
Bye hon. Take care of yourself. Remember never to drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
