Male Massage
So the other day I left work early. I was feeling really run down and just needed to go home and clean my house and my room and read a little. On the way home I caught a glimpse of myself in a window and noticed I had some sort of freak neck beard going on. I also noticed that my fading locks were looking straggly over the balding areas (back and top sides) so I decided to go for a trim.
I rolled into my local barbershop. No it wasn't the topless stripper one down the street that everyone in Federal Hill always talks about but never goes to. I go to the two Vietnamese women down the north side of Light Street. They always call me "friend" and we talk about where to get good Fuh (Fo) (Vietnamese noodles and beef) and Cafe Sau's (hardcore Vietnamese coffee...I mean cocaine coffee). So they cut my hair:
Woman: How you want cut?
Me: Short
Woman: Not too short because you know. Thin here.
Me: Don't care
Woman: I care.
Me: Ok then, hide the bald spots.
So after the cut, straight barber style with clippers and a bottle sprayer I still felt filthy. I said, "How bout a shave." - "You want shave. You got it. Just for you special customer."
And man I'm telling you if you ever get the chance to get a barbershop shave, I suggest you take it. I had never had one before but I am thinking about getting one every time I got to get my hair cut. The put this mentholated cream on your face covered by a hot towel. Then they take the towel off and put hot lather on you as you lay back, practically into their arms. There is something really intimate about a woman with a straight razor scraping right where you jugular is. You feel really vulnerable for about 5 seconds. Then when the shave is done they give you another hot towel, and then a cold towel followed by a facial massage.
I'm not a big massage guy. I'll go and get one in Vegas. But since I'm not into getting jerked off by poor old women I usually stay away from massage joints. Anyway it was awesome and I now call it the official Male Massage.
