I had the best date ever last night!!! Seriously it was so wonderful… I have had some very lovely dates recently, though honestly this one was better… Even though it did not end in kissing *that is my favorite way to end a date*…
I had originally had a date scheduled for last night with someone, however it was broken earlier in the week… So yesterday after writing and completing several projects I have needed to get done, I decided I did not want to stay in last night… I have the car I would like to go out… I got showered and ready, and went through all the things I could do; movies, comedy club, dinner, etc… When I remembered a certificate for a massage that I had not used yet… So I called and they had an opening… Whoo hoo!!!
I have never had a professional massage… I would like to tell you that I have been on a mission as of late to do new things lately… What I mean is, to do those things that I used to say I would not do, especially if they had to do with body… I have done many brave things recently having to do with allowing my body to be seen… I know this is a powerful step in remembering how beautiful and sexy my body is, no matter what form it takes… There was a time in this life when I had no issue, no thought, no trigger at all with walking through my bedroom *alone or otherwise* completely undressed… That however has not been the case since my early twenties… I do it, though the instinct is to find something to cover up with… So lately I have been making myself open to allowance of body… No matter what another being sees, it is time for me to acknowledge I have every right to be here in this world, on this planet, in this body… I am beautiful inside and out, get used to it…
So I head out and have some dinner *yep by myself; this is not new I learned to do this quite a while ago*, and then go to my appointment… My massage person is a guy * I knew this at the booking*, his name is B, very attractive, maybe 30, very tall *I love tall, the taller the better, so sexy when they are really tall*… Now mind you this whole time I am asking questions in my head, and doing everything I can not to go red, or seem out of place, and I am feeling extremely awkward… This guy is so nice and he goes through all the things he is going to do, step by step, and he can totally tell I am working hard to stay business like, despite that my whole being is going OMG this person I have never met is going to touch me all over… I do a lot of energy work, so you would think this would be no big deal, right??? Wrong!!! I trade body work with new people often, *the key word here is trade* it is very different when you touch someone’s body and know they are going to do the same for you… It’s like a gift exchange, you feel ease with receiving a gift when you also brought them one… That is not the case here; I am the only one receiving this work, which is where it gets awkward for me… I am not as good at receiving as I would let you know… I had to, throughout the whole experience remind myself to stay open, relaxed, and that this was absolutely ok… He kept trying to carry on normal conversation with me, and I am chanting in head to expand and receive *giggle*… I am so flutter headed in the end; I love that feeling of being expansive and relaxed… It is not all that great for driving, so I had to take my time… So worth it!!! Every date should start with a massage, then you would be totally relaxed…
Next stop the Bagdad for comedy night… What’s better than laughing after a massage, right??? I get there a bit early and have a great time chatting with the bartender, I love the people at Mcmenamins, I love them… They are always funny and flirty… There are street singers out on the sidewalk singing and playing guitar, they were not that bad, though there songs were rather depressing *giggle*, sung in Bob Dylan style… This just kept me laughing, people are walking by in there grunge looks, you see all the hand talk as they walk, and the girl in the corner is going off about how someone did this, and the bartender and servers are picking on each other, and having fun… I love that… I love Portland and all the crazy weird stuff they do, they make me look so normal, as if… The show starts at 10:30, I am rarely out that late, I always say I am going to go, and then I don’t… Not last night, I was determined to be out late and have a great time… The best part; when you go out by yourself, you get to choose just what you like to do, no compromise, no argument, no disappointment… It is fun to go out with friends, though inevitably there is some part of the plan that changes, when you are on your own you make the choice…
While out I had messages, my friend landed safely in Israel *fun for him, sucks for me, he is gone for three weeks, Augh!!!*… My daughter called *love that girl*… I spoke with “friend” in London; he is flying here to take me dancing; Whoot!!! Someone else messaged for plans over the weekend… Here is another place that is easier on your own; you cannot be seen as ignoring your date when you are on your phone, when you are your date… I had a wonderful date with myself, and I remembered why I like to take myself out; next time dancing * I miss dancing*…