What was normally a time for you of total relaxation became charged with sexual awareness. It’s not that surprising that, being met with an unknown and previously unexpected male in a small massage room in which you’re mostly naked, that you’d feel restless and awkward, at the very least. Or is this some kind of overdrive before menopause hits me? Is there something wrong with me to have gotten so turned on by a stranger? Would it be playing with fire for me to keep seeing him for massage?
