Monday, 22 February 2010

Write about what you know. The spa.


The Spa is like therapy for men.

You've got every conceivable creed, colour and background of geezer down there and it's a chance for men to swap men stuff. It's kind of like Group Therapy.

Maybe that's a good title. Steam work.

Steamwork.

Although, just plain and simple "The Spa" does have a nice ring to it too.

Steam therapy.

As well as men having conversations about all sorts of things they wouldn't normally, you've got hassidic jews, muslims schmeissing them, you've got a whole interest.

You've got that old Indian guy in there who last Monday had a very intense conversation with me and my brother about how "A woman can never make you happy"

"Trust me"
"On the word of God, this is what I think"

Not even "a woman' but "The women can not do this, do that" "She is different species. Trust me"

"The woman needs you for security and stability and that is all. Also, when The Woman reaches menopause, she is no longer interested in sex. Trust me. It is the word of god".

"The woman will lose interest in The Man and makes friends and want to spend time only with other Woman"

"If I ask her to make me some food she says "You have hands. Make it yourself".

But if my son comes "She will we up at 6 in the morning for him. Helping him. Spoling him".




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