Man hands

Wednesday morning: Finally feeling normal again after my massage on Saturday. When the cute little blonde called my name I thought by her smile and demeanor that she was a gentle soul. After she turned down the lights and administered the eye pillow,  I am pretty sure she tagged out with a man. More specifically, early on in the treatment I wondered if I reached up if I would be able to grab the handlebars of the mustache on Hulk Hogan. Confirmed: Massage and Hulkamania don't go together.