0306-massage-breakup_bd.jpgSo you just got dumped or finally
broke it off with your no-longer-significant-other and you're
looking to do something that'll make you feel pampered and like
you're taking care of yourself. So you're thinking "I'll book a
massage." I know. I've been there. And I'm here to warn you:
That is maybe the worst idea in the entire world, followed
closely by the impulsive breakup haircut (remember Felicity?).
I had this thought many months ago after I had a thoughtless
idiot break things off with me via text message. No, really, I'm
not making that up—my life has been slowly turning into an
episode of Sex in the City for years now. Anyway, a couple weeks
after the offending text, I decided it was time to treat myself
to a massage.  Ah, a massage. It sounded so lovely. Until I got
there, got on the table and realized I was alone in a room with
a strange man trying to be nice to me and take away my stress
while I sat there in the dark with my thoughts. Oh, you guys, I
started crying. I tri