Okay so she wasn’t entirely naked. She had on matching bra and undies, black. All the little old Korean ladies did. It’s a good thing too or else their clothes would be soaking wet with all this humidity. So anyways, I’m actually naked, sweaty and she tells me to lie down on the plastic table, which looks like it was recently washed from the last female client. I’m at a Korean bathhouse for the first time, excited and nervous. Most of all I’m ready to get manhandled like a piece of meat that needs salting and marinating. A couple of weeks ago a mom from my son’s martial arts class suggested we go. A new Angelina she has only been here for a short while but came across a goddessly spa experience she wanted to share with me. As she’s describing it in her beautiful Mexican accent, I’m super intrigued. “They scrub every inch of your body. Then they wash your hair. And you just lay there. Jacuzzi, sauna, rooms with warm floors to take naps.” I’m sold “Whoooaa…LE...