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This morning I had my back cracked by the most handsome man ever to lay hands upon me.
No kidding. I tend to get involved with good looking boys, people, and this fellow has blown me out of the water. I have no standards by which to judge him. He is the hottest man on the planet until I see otherwise.
Our story begins when I had a consult from a friend's chiropractor, and he was so horrified by the state of my back that I agreed to start sessions with him. (Actual exchange: "How are you not in incredible pain all the time?" "Mmmm, I have a high pain threshold?") I decided to start with him for a number of reasons. First, he's changed my friend's life as far as back problems go. Second, he scared the living hell out of me when he showed me how crooked I was. Third, I was actually agog at how beautiful he was.
Imagine this:
Now give him a shaved head and a terrific French accent. And better eyes, actually.
(Meg takes a minute to live the memory)
Now have him work you over, cracking all kinds of parts of your back and neck and *ahem* lower spine for 20 to 30 minutes. Moan-y and gasp-y sorts of noises are made that I'm not proud of, but could not be helped. Zee back cracking, it feels good and bad all at once.
(Once again living the memory)
My session this morning felt like a combo of several things I love: a fierce workout, a date with a hot guy, and a trip to the museum to gaze upon lovely things. He asked me as I was leaving whether he needed to call to remind me to come back on Wednesday morning. Ha! Silly beautiful Frenchman! No need to remind me to come back and have you fix my rear end (and I mean that literally)! I will be back. Again and again and again.
Labels: Brad Pitt, magic fingers, tensions
posted by Megarita @ 9:49 AM
14 Comments:
Am so envious, can hardly leave comment.
Excellent work, Megarita. I look forward to more stories of the Dr. Frenchman Pitt.
My back is suddenly very sore. Very sore indeed. I may need a chiropractor myself.
I don't believe this man lives in Georgia. I think you are using some type of worm-hole technology to travel out of the deep south.
MA-I'm a little jealous of myself, to be honest. We'll see how Wednesday goes!
MG!--Yeah, I see me requiring such services a lot.
GSR--Atlanta, baby! It's Georgia, but better.
Atlanta, here I come. After my long drive, I will need the help of the French-backmaster.
GAY!
PINDC--Yes, the evils of driving are what got me here in the first place, too!
Chimmy--No, no, no! Do you think I'd make this much of a fuss over a gay man? No. Straight as an arrow, happily married . . . although not for long . . .
I probably need to see a chiropractor, but now I think I"m going to wait until I have an excuse to move to Atlanta to do so.
You crack me up. I love you girl. Except, something tells me I'd love him more.... Road trip to Hotlanta!
I believe happily married is an oxymoron.
ZING!
I'm full of 'em tonight.
JB--There could be a whole cottage industry that springs up because of this post. I feel quite proud!
Megan--I calls 'em like I sees 'em.
Chimmy--Srsly? Full of something!
...but how did he smell?
I'm actually not offended by "the most handsome man ever to lay hands upon me" because I've never laid hands on you.
Scottie--And don't think I haven't noticed and resented that very fact!!
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