Here's another first for my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge - brief T-shirt removal. For a period of time today, I had to remove my T-shirt. I was in it, then out of it for an hour or so, and then back in it again.
Seeing as the big day is tomorrow, my fiancé thought it would be nice to treat me to a relaxing full-body massage. Not from her of course, but from a professional establishment just up the road. I've never had a professional massage before, so of course, the entire way there I was asking myself over and over what I felt was a valid question in such circumstances; what happens with my pants?
Everything else comes off and gets neatly piled to one side, I'm sure of that, but do I stop at the pants? There's no call to remove them I suppose. I'm pretty certain they won't be looking to massage anything in the pants region, but still, I'm uncertain of the protocol.
I didn't have to wait long for my answer after being ushered into one of the back rooms in the studio. In her best English, the owner of the establishment explained that I needed to remove all of my clothes and put on this.
"This?"
"This", she repeated, pointing at a tiny black paper thong wrapped in plastic at the end of the bed.
"Oh, this".
She turned, left the room and I was alone with the thong. The black, papery thong that I was to come to know far too well.
One hour later, I left the parlour anything but relaxed.
I felt it was apt to pack this Box Fresh T-shirt for my wedding break as I was wearing it at the moment I proposed to my fiancé. I'm not suggesting that how cool this tee makes me look played any part in her agreeing to marry me, but actually I am and it absolutely did.
I mean, who could say 'no' to a full-body yellow canvas of many high-contrast monotone speaker rims?
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