Being a total sucker for a back-rub (or foot-rub or head-rub or…), there was no way I was going to deny our favorite blond a moment of my idea of purest pleasure.

People have gotten me to get on a plane and come guest at a convention because they promised a full-body backrub.

That’s right.  Any of those insane rumours out there that I will take off my clothes for strangers involved massage oil.  So don’t flatter yourself.

I will warn against a full-body massage during a convention; the release of muscle toxins can cripple for the rest of the show, even though we DO drink a half-gallon of water and potassium directly afterwards.

Man, there are just NO useful emoticons on this thing.  These were designed by a teenage boy, right?