Monday, June 12, 2006

...I'm just not a "Bath" kinda guy

A couple years ago, after a long Sunday, I was asked by the young lady I was dating if I would like to take a bath to relax before bed. My response "I'm just not a Bath kinda guy" "I'll just take a shower" Well, after a bit of pleading, and a few bats from that set of hard to resist eyes my girlfriend has, I agreed to the bath. She had one o fthose oversized clawed foot tub. You know the kind you find in an old B&B, or a redone farmhouse. Lots of room and made of cast iron (hold the heat longer then today's fiberglass models). The candles were lit, the wine was poured and some munchies plated. OK so I'm starting to feel better about this "Bath" thing. Then out comes the basket of girlie things (bubbly things, oils, funny looking brushes and several other items that I have no idea what they were used for). I should have just stuck to the shower plan I thought to myself. But those eyes (bat, bat) ...two or three hours later I was more relaxed then I think I have ever been. Having been treated to a spa style treatment that you could not find (legally at least) in this country . This soon became a Sunday night routine for us. Needless to say, I now proudly shout form the hilltops "I am a - bath kinda guy!" I of course have Angie to thank for this conversion.

Fast-forward to this weekend, We spent most of the weekend working around the house and doing yard work. Oh, and lets not forget took Nik roller skating Sat. to boot (first time I've been on skates in 27 yrs). We did some of the most physically demanding yard work I have ever done. I can't remember the last time I was that beat at the end of the day. I was so tired I could not even eat the great BBQ chicken and Mac salad Angie made, and I was smelling all afternoon. I got Nik to bed and was headed for the shower. Angie suggested I soak in a hot bath for a while knowing that I would have trouble moving Monday. I popped a hand full of Advil (which I almost never take) and got in the tub. A few minutes later the lights when out, a candle was burning, and I was being handed a glass of wine. Soon after (despite have worked along side of me all day, and I'm sure just as tired) I was getting another spa like bath treatment. An hour later, I was in bed, far more comfortable then I'm sure I would have been if I were still a "Shower Kinda Guy" and drifting off to sleep. What a wonderful treat form my wonderful lady!! Thank ya Baby!


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