Fennel Spa on Bloor - Review

[Pompal 09.]

Hi Guys,

This is a fairly newly opened spa and it's located on Bloor at Dundas (the area better known as Bloor by the Park). The place is on the 2nd floor on top of a variety store. Been there 4-5 times hoping to see a girl at least younger than 60 but no luck. Seems like only ungainly, old, depressing-looking gals work there. Of those I saw (and I mean saw, not stayed with) - one was of Asian descent, skinny, very unatractive with what seems like an artificial eye. A real downer. The rest are either overwight east-Europian women way in their late fifties - early sixties with grim expressions on their faces asking:" You vanna stay?" with absolutely no motivation in their voices whatsoever -so I did not really want to explore the dark side of my conscience - I have a shrink for that. I kept coming back in hope to maybe come across at least one attractive girl - but no such luck. Too bad - I mean I really am not THAT picky - but this is a disaster. Where is this industy heading anyway?

 

[letterstoheather]

Ha, funny post, Leo.
I guess you're experiencing the Charlie Brown mentality in football season: deep down, you know that Lucy is likely going to yank the pigskin away just when you're about to kick it, yet, irrationally, hope abounds and you try kicking it anyway ... only to have Lucy yet again yank the ball away and you fall flat on your ass.
Aside from this analysis, how do these places stay in business?
Mel

 

[tjgml90]

You HAD to say "pigskin" didn't you?

 

[Nora]

Yeah, I enjoyed your Fennel Spa summary. Thanks!

Mel, I agree - how DO these places with D/E tier looking women stay in business?

Question of the day:

If there is no sexual attraction, how can there be a sexual reaction?

I don't care how young or old you are, or, if you're at the stage of using vitamin V: If I'm not attracted in some way, there is no flow change. The big head stays in control.

Unless guys with real bad eyesight are their top customers?

 

[Laura W]

grey old stiff upper lip British men like these ladies. They are reminded of their borstal Matron yelling and swatting them after disovering them rubbing their first little bobbies poking out their crusty woolen underpants. Now, if Matron also wore nazi jackboots and a leather crop, they'll pay top dollar.

 

[Hey Arnold!]

This place has been open from about last August. I stopped by when they had first opened and saw an Anna who was a slender 30-ish Oriental girl, and had a nice time.