I had a somewhat terrifying experience about nine years ago, and it was my fault. A guy was advertising somewhere off the 405, north of Brentwood-ish. You’d get a scrubdown in a shower with six heads, a “Japanese soak” (I believe) in a warm bath, and a massage. (It appears pretty much all of us walk into new situations with a bit of trepidation, which is smart.) The scrub was fine, but during the soak, he wanted me to lie back with my head just barely above the water, him holding me, and I thought, “Oh fk, he’s going to try to drown me, and I think he’ll succeed.” What panic. Obviously I “won” in telling him I didn’t want the DAMN soak, and I’m alive. It was terrifying in that moment.