In September I had he exquisite pleasure of spending an entire morning at the Boar’s Head Spa. I thought I would do a men’s review of a spa in cville and be very macho about it…you know, a sports massage followed by a mens manicure and a sports facial. Something along those lines. What I went for instead was the completely opposite experience, one where I would not be looking at the clock every minute as much as the inside of my eye lids while on cloud nine.

I found out men are like lost puppies in a spa. The most difficult part of my day was trying to relax, an oxymoron at any spa. The biggest reason for this was not the environment itself, but the lack of explicit instructions and subsequent details of what I would be doing.Being the only man at a spa is a little uncomfortable, even more so when you are only man wearing a cotton towel with nothing underneath. Waiting in the lovely quiet room, I didn’t know what to do…Did I misunderstand where I was supposed to be? Did someone already come for me, but missed me because I was in the men’s locker room at that precise moment? All these questions raced through my head.

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