Not much to report today. Study, study, study Italian lanugage!
I was supposed to have a tension-release and relaxing massage... but this is Italy. It was a man that came to my apartment. No massage table, no towels, just a tiny bottle of oil. 'I massage on the bed' he said. Ahaaaa? I just wanted shoulders and feet done. 'okay' he said. Face down on the bed with my top off, he started to rub my neck. Not very good, I thought. He moved to my back, then I heard groaning and loud panting, I wondered if he was just hot as it was a humid day... but no, I don't think it was just that. I figured if he didn't stop, I would get up off the bed and tell him to go. I told him to move to my feet. After less than half an hour, I told him it was enough. "Good eh?" he said. Si, si. I said. I couldn't wait for him to leave. I think he should have paid me, not the other way around. I definately didn't feel relaxed and I'm positive this experience left me even more tense... certainly angry and defiled.
Perhaps a massage here in Italy means something different to what it is in Australia. Anyway, if anyone reading this wants his business card, feel free to contact me!
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