E. L. Lane Writer

Don’t be like me. Don’t judge this book by its cover. This post contains affiliate links.* Bored and stressed with the drudgery of the everyday grind, my husband and I agreed that it was time for a getaway. No toddler, dog, or responsibilities — only he and I. We wanted to do something relaxing, so we took to the internet to see what affordable options were available for a couple who wants to relax. I suggested a couple’s massage because what’s more relaxing than a couple of strangers feeling us up in the same room? (All joking aside, massages are a must for me — they’re like little stress release tune ups that I must have once or twice a year in order to function like an almost-sane adult human being, instead of an uppity adolescent porcupine.) We looked at Groupon and found a lot of inexpensive local couple’s massages, but one particular deal stood out to us for two reasons: (1) it was an hour away from our immediate neighborhood (Exotic, no?), and (2) it in...