pecks & fans, 5

“gikapoy ka ba?”

so asks the latest spa to open in uptown cebu, pisil.

we didnt know anyone who could give a review on it so, oz and trey and i decided to give it a try. (hayyy, the sacrifices we make for the gay community, jejejejejej)

first off, the location is a bit off since its inside a small arcade where its the only thing open after 8 or 9pm.

the usual muzak and dim lights that would be ordinary at other places became better appreciated here because their entire frontage was plastered with garish tarpaulin posters of their menu of services and prices and a foot reflexology map (identifying which body parts were connected to what part of the foot; then, suddenly, at the bottom, there’s a link to ‘diarrhea’. go figure).

all the cubicles were upstairs. they have possibly the narrowest beds in the industry because i cant seem to find a place to rest my arms when im lying on it.

then again, it maybe because the leatherette-covered beds were new, and so were puffed up extra to accommodate sagging with wear and tear.

their staff dont have uniforms, and they are usually in our outside the lobby if they are not servicing, so that you can choose if you want to.

my massage was okay. not good, not bad. [and when i say massage, i mean, massage! jejejejejje]

i liked that fact that my masseur didnt talk me up coz i was not in the mood for talking then. the cubicle space was really so small that he had to deftly maneuver so he wont press any other part of him on me, except his hands.

he didnt intentionally feel me up or something like that. and he didnt offer extra service. maybe he felt that i wasnt in the mood.

trey seemed to had a good time. he was chattily drinking up our portions of tea when i got down. and oz seemed to have a good time too, especially since he got the hunkiest of the batch that was there. jejejejeje.

so there goes our pisil experience.

and yes, im coming back.

correction, i already came back. LOL!