Do we define human nature, or does human nature define us?

I promised a funny story or two about my massage last week - here’s the first. As I’m completing the pre-massage paperwork (name, address, etc, any pain or injuries) I notice a disclaimer at the bottom that states something like this:

Massages are professional and for health benefits only. Any suggestive / naughty talk is strictly prohibited (either by the client or the masseuse) and if the client does it, your massage is over immediately and you still pay full price.

Obviously I’m paraphrasing quite a bit, but you get the point - no naughty talk. And obviously, I have NO intention of talking dirty to my 55 year old male masseuse when I’ve paid him a lot of money to rub my back, and my back only. But now that I’ve signed this agreement, saying that I won’t talk dirty….all I can think about is talking dirty! Behold the power of suggestion! I actually got a full blown case of the giggles during the massage thinking about how I’d never behave unprofessional during a massage, but now that I signed this waiver, all I can think about is making a smart assed remark.

You can’t take me anywhere.