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July 17, 2008

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Last night while Mr. Man was dutifully giving me a foot rub, we were discussing the generally accepted truth that for women, a foot rub is just a foot rub, but for men, a foot rub equals sex.  Then I unleashed this gem: "Provided that I was having sex regularly, if someone offered me an hour long professional massage or an orgasm, I'd choose the massage."

Mr. Man stammered his disbelief. No! Surely not! How can it be?!?!? (Of course, he's never had a massage, so what would he know?) Anyhoo, we called my sister to pose the question to her. She agreed with me. So now my husband thinks that this preference is a genetic defect. I maintain it is a truth of female sexuality.

So, dear readers, I ask you:

Given the option between an orgasm or an hour-long professional massage, which would you choose?

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Massage, of course! Pedicure and facial? Even better.

Don't know where "a foot rub equals sex" comes from. I'd take the massage. (Gender = Male).

If I'm having regular sex? Definitely the massage.

If I can't have them both and I'm having the sex regularly DEFINITELY the massage.

You know what? Definitely the massage regardless!!

Both my boyfriend and I vote for the massage. Maybe Mr Man is looking for a genetic defect in the wrong place.

Massage, massage, massage! (David the massage therapist at Piedmont Springs comes to mind.)

Which sister did you call?

Best Brother-In-Law(for now)- I called Katie. I knew what your wife would say!

This blog entry is full of lies. I am not kidding. It mischaracterizes me as a Neanderthal.

The options were:

(1) an hour of mind-blowing sex (with one or more orgasms, depending on your gender and physical abilities); or

(2) an hour of massage by a masseuse of a reasonable skill level.

(Note that these options may not have been explicitly stated, but they were crystal clear, at least in my head.)

By the way, the "foot rub = sex" did not come from me. I happily give Dirty Catholic foot (and calf, mind you) rubs and massages without any request, demand, or expectation of or for anything in return. HOWEVER, I would expect that a happy, satisfied, relaxed newlywed bride basking in the glow of a wonderful professional-level massage would WANT to make sweet sweet monkey love with her newlywed husband who loves her very much (especially naked).

That is all. Please feel free to vote again now that you have all the information.

I can give myself an orgasm. I cannot give myself a professional massage. SO: massage.

I'm with Katie on this. Massage for SURE.

Sorry "Best Brother-in-law-ever"...I think I have to go with a massage.

Katie does have a really good point

MASSAGE!!!!

Clearly, the massage is the obvious winner. Every time.

Massage. NO doubt.

I agree with Katie. Orgasm, I can give myself. Massage, I can't.

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