Scott and I love massages. I know you're probably thinking: "yeah, me too" but you don't understand. Like, we both REALLY LOVE massages. We just found out about a place that does $30 full body massages, and I think we're dangerously close to cutting into our food budget to include a massage budget.
Scott rubs my back every. single. night. Not because I make him, just because he likes to. And I rub his neck every. single. day. Because he loves it. And I know that at the end of the day, I'm going to get a back rub.
Don't get me wrong: we are in no way charitable about our massages. Sometimes it feels like business. We are both extremely selfish with how long we rubbed down and often don't trust that the other person will give us a good massage in turn for the one we gave them.
And then this happens:
We start rubbing each other's necks at the SAME TIME to avoid a "but I just rubbed your neck and shoulders" argument.
It's that bad.