This is the story of my friend, Heather. It is also the story of my NOT friend, Jason. If you are offended by the use of foul language, specially the f-bomb, this is not the story for you and you should stop reading now. OK, it is just us foul mouth f-bomb droppers left, right? FUUUUUCK!! My friend Heather, a true sweetheart, messaged me this morning saying she had a massage appointment with “her guy” at “her place”. And OFFERING me said appointment. Like, free. As a gift. “All you would need to do is tip!” she proclaimed. Only, she sent the offer in the morning. And, having just gone through a particularly stressful and busy holiday season, I slept until around 12:30 pm. When I finally opened my phone to see what had happened in the world while I drooled on my pillow, the group conversation where the massage had been offered was full of, “SUSAN BETTER WAKE UP SOON! She is gonna miss ou...