Guys: Don't Fear the Treatment
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When my wife suggested I have a facial, I was concerned that too much moisturiser would negatively impact my masculinity. But I decided to give it a go anyway.
I still remember my first (and until yesterday, only) facial vividly. It was in New York with my wife's favourite skin caretaker. She treated me to it because she thinks men should look after their skin, in particular when they reach a certain age.
From the moment the matronly Eastern European therapist asked when my last facial was, to which I had to admit "never", I felt like a sinner who was busted for not having been to confession in quite a while. To make matters worse, the treat of getting several layers of skin scrubbed off was hampered by the fact we were on our way to the airport to fly back to London. All I could think of was that I would miss my plane because my cucumber mask needed more time to work.
This time it was different. The treatment took place in our own home. The terrace doors were open, the breeze came in, and I chose my own music. Phoenix from Return to Glory showed up on time and with a huge bag of paraphernalia. After she set up what was nothing short of a home spa in our living room, the fun started. An initial conversation got my previous facial experience out of the way, and she promised I would enjoy this one.
As a - hopefully achievable - objective, we targeted making me 'look fresher'.
The fact there were no flights waiting to be caught meant that I could seriously relax, and whilst she was applying layer after layer of masks and lotions, I started to get into it. Whatever she applied to my credit-crunch inflicted crow's feet smelled fruity, and I found myself thinking that even if I didn't end up looking fresher, I would certainly smell as fresh as a fruit basket.
After about 60 minutes, what felt like dozens of hot towels and a hand massage thrown in for good measure, I had fully bought into the concept.
I am not sure whether I have returned to my former glory just yet, but I think that maybe if I get them in to sort out my back (suffering from too many years in an office chair), I might be well on the way.
Here Is The City readers who book online and enter hereisthecity will receive a 15% discount on treatments.
To receive excellent, last minute deals, email: VIPoffers@returntoglory.co.uk.
From the moment the matronly Eastern European therapist asked when my last facial was, to which I had to admit "never", I felt like a sinner who was busted for not having been to confession in quite a while. To make matters worse, the treat of getting several layers of skin scrubbed off was hampered by the fact we were on our way to the airport to fly back to London. All I could think of was that I would miss my plane because my cucumber mask needed more time to work.
This time it was different. The treatment took place in our own home. The terrace doors were open, the breeze came in, and I chose my own music. Phoenix from Return to Glory showed up on time and with a huge bag of paraphernalia. After she set up what was nothing short of a home spa in our living room, the fun started. An initial conversation got my previous facial experience out of the way, and she promised I would enjoy this one.
As a - hopefully achievable - objective, we targeted making me 'look fresher'.
The fact there were no flights waiting to be caught meant that I could seriously relax, and whilst she was applying layer after layer of masks and lotions, I started to get into it. Whatever she applied to my credit-crunch inflicted crow's feet smelled fruity, and I found myself thinking that even if I didn't end up looking fresher, I would certainly smell as fresh as a fruit basket.
After about 60 minutes, what felt like dozens of hot towels and a hand massage thrown in for good measure, I had fully bought into the concept.
I am not sure whether I have returned to my former glory just yet, but I think that maybe if I get them in to sort out my back (suffering from too many years in an office chair), I might be well on the way.
Here Is The City readers who book online and enter hereisthecity will receive a 15% discount on treatments.
To receive excellent, last minute deals, email: VIPoffers@returntoglory.co.uk.
Here Is The Writer : Billy No Box
Billy No Box has worked in the city for six years, and currently works in Derivatives for a North American bank. He enjoys playing golf, reading books by Umberto Eco, singing "Copacabana" in the shower and at karaoke bars, and occasionally updating his blog about London and everything else.
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