Wanted: One massage therapist. Must not have creaky/popping joints, must not constantly clear throat. Not interested in chatting, just want to relax. Ability to not exclaim "oh geez!" over knots in my neck a plus.I'm still hunting for the right massage therapist at the clinic nearest to the house.
The first MT (because I'm already tired of typing out "massage therapist") really dug into my neck and shoulders. I asked for her to work on them because of migraines and she definitely did it with a vengeance. She was a bit chatty throughout the massage but it was mostly asking questions about me that could be attributed to learning about my lifestyle for massage purposes. And while not at all relaxing, she did give a decent massage.
The second MT was very quiet to start. I told her I wanted a very relaxing massage (and to stay away from my herpes toe). For the first half of the massage she was quiet other than coughing, clearing her throat, and breathing like Darth Vader. When I rolled onto my back, the talking began. And never stopped. Not just any talking of course. Talking about babies. If there's one conversation in the whole world that is not relaxing to me, it's babies. It would've only been more zen-inducing if she had invited my mother in to observe. She actually stopped massaging several times so she could talk with her hands.
Probably it goes without saying that I
Joe, of course, loves his MT. He's decided that the reason I haven't found a great one yet is because he's hogging her. Thanks, Joe. Thanks a lot.