Just a back rub…..

That’s all I want. Ok, a lie, but damn it’d be nice.

Why did God put your back in the back when it hurts so much and you can’t do anything about it by yourself? Of course, if your back were in your front, then that wouldn’t be quite as exciting when with the opposite sex.

Can you go to a massage parlor and JUST get a massage? I’m there. I can envision myself saying to the (female) masseuse (couldn’t do the male thing) “I think I love you” no matter how she looks.

To give is devine. I LOVE giving back rubs. These hands simply await, anxiously, the opportunity to give “feel good” again one day. Funny, these stupid dating sites. Ya wing an email out into never-never land – and ne’er a response. You check your inbox, nice, several, sometimes even many. Nah, not for me. These hands are made for walkin’, that’s just what they’ll do – onea these days these hands are gonna walk allover you…. Are ya ready hands? Start walkin! (The hell happened to Nancy Sinatra anyways?)….

As of late, I’ve been ‘dating’ Ms. Jacuzzi Jets. She’s got marvelous ‘feel good’ to her, but, she can’t cook, doesn’t converse, and not much visualization to her. Then again, she allows me to go play golf, attend happy hour with cohorts, and stays outta my checking account. Still, I’d trade for real hands. Not just any hands – and I think that’s the problem.

With age comes pickiness, and I’m too damn picky. The ones I see I like, seemingly have no desire to give/receive a GD (gosh darn) backrub. The ones that see me and like, I have no desire, no matta the current pain level of the muscles around the scapula – to have them delve their hands allover me.

Close your eyes. Imagine receiving a backrub. Heaven. Now, imagine giving a backrub. Heavenly. So easy, yet so hard. It’s certainly been a longtime, but me thinks I even remember ‘wonderful’ happening after mutual backrubs. You know, like pinochle, or scrabble, or maybe even a “Do you want to be a Millionaire” rerun…

When observing the opposite sex, seems we don’t focus in too much on their back. Nomme. I envision that wonderful sleekness and my ole hands helping to ease away the pain of everyday life… God shoulda made the back more attractive. Our eyeballs zoom in on other areas, and oh sure, they’re wonderful – but the back is an underrated erotic zone – and, like other parts, only shared intimately.

Can’t wait to get back, to the back.. and to her back. I just want a backrub… oh, and all the other junk (said lovingly) that comes with it.

These hands were made for walking… that’s just what they’ll do… onea these days these hands are gonna walk allover you… I gotta weak back. “When’d ya get it?” Bouta week back. Actually, long, long ago. Oh what I’d give to get/give a backrub. Back later. Back in awhile. Be right back. (Meaning, be ‘the right’ back, not brb).. Love, Victurd.