Come June, one of Nerve's most enduringly popular features will return. I Did It For Science follows the sexy, occasionally humiliating, and often hilarious adventures of two Nerve writers who'll try anything once — as long as it's for science. All-new installments, by a fresh pair of writers, will hit your screen in just a few short weeks. In the meantime, enjoy this refresher course: a classic installment by original reporter/victim Grant Stoddard. Click here for more.

To subject myself to the rigors of a full-body massage and attempt to get a manual release.

State your hypothesis in the form of a prediction that can be verified by the results of the experiment.
No really, it's not my bag! But the thought of a hot stranger getting her hands on the goods is a little naughty. Is this what they mean by hands-on reporting?

Please list all the materials required for this experiment (including, if applicable, how they were obtained).
Massage parlor (one)

In this portion of your report, you must describe, step-by-step, what you did in your lab. It should be specific enough that someone who has not seen the lab can follow the directions and recreate the same lab.

Trying to find a massage establishment that offers a "happy ending" is no easy task, especially if you're not intimately familiar with a city's seedy underbelly. Luckily, Isabella just happened to know a "friend of a friend" who was aware of such a place. As directed, I went to a faceless building in midtown Manhattan, feeling more than a little sheepish. Although the thought of being interfered with by a beautiful, skilled masseuse was exciting fodder for my teenage dreams, by the day of reckoning I was a bundle of nerves.

I walked into the building's lobby and was greeted by a rotund man in a crumpled blue shirt that sported a blob of every condiment in the Heinz rainbow. I asked where the massage place was.

"Hi, I'd like the full massage," I stuttered, placing a clumsy emphasis on the word "full."

He gestured to the basement, his verbal skills compromised by the two or three knishes he seemed to be masticating simultaneously. I headed down a flight of stairs that ended with an unmarked gray door. This led to another flight, and another and another. Curiouser and curiouser, I thought as I opened the final door into the softly lit lobby of a spa. The room contained a counter and a plush leather sofa that snugly accommodated four attractive Korean women between the ages of twenty and forty. "Hello," chirped the most senior both in age and standing, and she hopped up to get behind the counter. "Hi, I'd like the full massage," I stuttered, placing a clumsy and unnecessary-in-hindsight emphasis on the word "full." The younger women smiled at each other and me with a kind of curiosity that I would encounter on several more occasions this afternoon.

I was asked if I had been to the spa before. It was then that I became conscious, nay, extremely paranoid that anything I said could blow my cover. I said I hadn't. "Seventy-five dollar, cash," said the woman, who handed me a fresh towel, a crisp robe and a locker key affixed to a comically large chunk of lumber. "You follow me," she ordered and led me into the men's locker room. I use the words "locker room" loosely, as I'd never seen its like before. The "lockers" were made of an ornately carved, heavy dark wood; the floor was granite. A large marble sink and counter was covered with expensive soaps, aftershaves, deodorants, razors and shaving gels. I don't know what this says about the circles I run in, but this was the fanciest joint I'd ever seen! In the middle of the attractively lit room was a low bench with twenty pairs of sandals underneath it. "You shower, lock locker real good and keep key all time," the woman commanded. I nodded a little too much. She left the room, and I got changed. Looking around the changing room for signs of any other clients, I spied a pair of large black dress shoes tucked into the row of sandals. I hardly recognized my reflection as I stared back at the kimono-wearing dork in the mirror. I was just a ponytail and a copper bracelet away from becoming Steven Seagal.

Commentarium (13 Comments)

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May 20 09 - 12:18pm

I am so stoked that this is coming back!

May 20 09 - 1:54pm

Bring back Grant.

Also Lisa.


May 21 09 - 1:46am

it just won't be the same without grant :(

May 21 09 - 3:23pm

"This is the bit where I like to hug"

Classic. Welcome back! we missed you.

Jul 10 09 - 3:31am

I love Grants view of things...I hope to read more of his contributions

Dec 30 09 - 1:15pm

The fact is, somtimes a man just needs a soft female touch with some stress relief. This is exacatly what the AMP can provide.

Aug 28 10 - 3:36pm

So. Awesome. Great writing!

Aug 31 11 - 12:34pm

Frknlay I think that's absolutely good stuff.

Sep 13 11 - 6:01pm


Dec 30 11 - 3:04am

That was horrible, limp dicked and pathetic.
I bet those Korean girls thought you were a douche, you may not even realize it but you were insulting and disrespectful to them in addition to being a eunuch.