BORDEAUX, France — More men have seen me naked on this trip than in my entire life. Monday’s one-hour, full body massage with David the masseur from Romania was at 11. Rebecca had had one at 9:30. Our paths crossed briefly, and I asked her how it went. “Oh, you’ll see,” she said. Hmmm. The last time Reb said something like that to me I wound up on my stomach straddled by a Chinese woman who called me a whiny American baby. Good times. The full treatment was 60 minutes for 60 Euro. Not bad for a fancy add-on cruise perk. Before David stepped out of the room, he handed me a…