We sat in the waiting room. Me and a red-headed stranger. It was clear from our stiff shoulders and crossed arms that both of us were having trouble relaxing. Yet, we were surrounded by the soft sounds of a flute and the gentle dripping of a waterfall. The room was serene – perfect. We joked about how we never “do this.” It was almost like we were apologizing to each other for the fact that we were sitting at a spa waiting to be pampered. My name was called and in I went for my second facial ever in my life. Eric had bought me the gift certificate last May and…