Sure, I was doing well at the agency, and was their top account manager, but I knew it was probably overkill when even the owner repeatedly told me to take it down a notch and take more vacation time. I told my assistant not to disturb me for the next hour, and closed the door to my office.
But this mornings client meeting was still fresh in my mind, as I think it had been the first time that I felt like I was either going to pass out from exhaustion, or slap the arrogant client out of frustration. I wasn't quite sure what I needed, I just knew that I needed something physical and relaxing for myself.
Im 510, 165, in good shape with a runners build and great tone.
I turned to my computer, opened up Craigslist, and started scanning online ads in the therapeutic massage section.
The poor teenager was confronted by evil policeman and rapist Neil, who her mum Sarah asked to come to the house.
Once they were alone, Neil told her that the only way she would be free of the horrific ordeal is if she lied.
In the past, I've always gone to women for massages at my chiropractor's office...
thought that today I needed the stronger hands of a male and my brother-in-law had mentioned that he found some great therapists by checking online.
These are not fact lists to apply indiscriminately.
My body felt like it had been crammed inside an airtight container for way too long I needed some me time.
At 36 years old, I was used to spending more time in the gym than my schedule had allowed me during this past month, and I felt that my muscles really needed to be woken up. Hours with a therapist I saw briefly a few years ago seemed to conclude that I was trying to fill some unspoken, subconscious void in my life with stupid amounts of work.
I made her a drink and she sat down with me at the bar. The biggest part of the problem is that now she's dating a guy she really cares about and she wants to have sex with him." "This sounds like a mother-daughter thing to me," I said. "I'm not sure that's a good idea at all." "I think it's a great idea.
She and I would often have a drink at the end of the day and catch up. "Maybe she needs to see a counselor." "I have another solution," Ginny said. Think about it and we'll talk later." I did think about it. Katie and I had a good relationship, but I was not her father.