My Search For The Other Replacement

This one's not for another dom, tho'…

No, I’m having to go through the process of finding another massage therapist again. 

(Note to universe: If you must yank away a person’s primary source of human touch, you really should consider leaving them the only alternate they have in place - at least for a while. You may think you’re helping them downsize but in reality, you are just making their life bloody difficult. … ’k? Thanks! Love, Jz)

It’s funny how individualized touch preferences can be, even in the strictly platonic world. Or maybe (maybe?) I’m just too finicky for my own good…, but I’ve spent ages looking for my very own Baby Bear therapist. (“This is juuuust right!”) After a number of abortive attempts over the years, I was lucky enough to find one for a while - but she was a peripatetic soul and took off a year or two later, chasing her latest butterfly. 

Since then, my tactile life has been a jumble of confusion. 

     (bracketing BG and ThatThingWeDid)

I had one therapist who was so short, she had trouble reaching the entire way down my back (and attempted to compensate for the lack with excessive attention to my feet - which are ticklish;) a military wife who swept in, delighted my muscles, then went, “oopsie! transfer time!” and left; a sweet, gentle woman with very good hands but no self-confidence, who lost her office space and gave up her practice as a result; a Valkyrie with phenomenally strong hands, no sense of rhythm, and an unnatural fondness for horse liniment; and the most recent - a capable and efficient woman who was perfectly good, if lacking in magic. She has seen fit to move on, however, and I am once again Clueless at Square One.

But while I may be content to let the BG-shaped hole in my life go unfilled, my back won’t let me leave a massage-therapist-sized one open. So, the search has begun again. And yesterday was my first appointment with the latest candidate. I’m not absolutely certain that she is going to be The Next One but there are definite possibilities there. 

She’s another small woman, with tiny little (strong!) hands and a technique that is like nothing I’ve experienced before - but she definitely found the sore spots and worked on them with a nice level of pressure. Her methods are a bit unorthodox… She didn’t so much stroke the muscles as she did play them with vibrato, causing the table to rock rhythmically on the uneven floor. And when she picked my arms up, instead of leading them down gently over the side of the bench, she hopped right up onto the table with me, draping them over her thigh. That was a bit unexpected - particularly as she smooshed a goodly portion of side boob with one of her landings - but it wasn’t unpleasant, either. (Well, ok, the side boob thing was a bit twingey but not that bad. It wasn’t so much of a pinch as it was a displacement, if you see what I mean.) But my muscles felt very good and quite relaxed by the end of the session.

I think that once I’m more used to her style, she could prove to be a keeper, even if not an actual Baby Bear. We just have to see how we make out with the Deep Tissue Test.
Stay tuned...