I did a massage today. The story of how this came about is pretty interesting.
Two days ago, I was on the road, on my way home from Plantation, Florida when I got a phone call. The gentleman was looking for someone to do a massage and had been given my number. Unfortunately, I was four hours out of town and couldn’t work on him. I gave him the number of the massage studio just up the street from mine (it is owned by one of my students and we send each other clients is we can’t work on them). As it turned out, the man was already there, but is not comfortable with female therapists, and they gave him my number.
Since I couldn’t see him, I tried to think of someone to send him to. I only knew of one male therapist, and it was one that I worked on last week. I didn’t know his number off the top of my head, but I did know where his office was located, so I gave that information to the man on the phone. I told him that I didn’t know if this person was any good or not. I just knew that he was a male therapist.
A couple hours later, this man called me back. He had gone to the therapist I had sent him to, but had found him booked until Christmas. What he ended up doing was going to a day spa nearby. I know the owner slightly. She is a very good therapist, but no longer works on people.
The man on the phone ended up getting a male therapist, but was very disappointed. He said that the therapist seemed like he was afraid to touch a body. (Now that is scary. I went to school with people like this, but hoped that once they graduated, they would have gotten over it.) He said the therapist only worked about three fourths of the way down his back, and only up to the knees. He ignored the thighs. And on top of that, the therapist bruised him. Wow. And for this he paid $60.
He then told me that he really wanted a good massage before leaving on vacation. He figured that since this therapist I sent him to is booked until Chritmas, that he is good. And he figured that since this therapist comes to me, that means I am good. Well, it is good logic. I spent a day hoping that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
I worked on this man for a little over an hour, coming in early on a day I was closed so I could get to him before he left on vacation that afternoon. He had a lot of tight muscles, and some real problem spots. I used some basic Swedish massage, but hit him with a lot of advanced Lomi Lomi which I had just learned in Plantation. He was very pleased when I was done. He told me that he would probably be a regular. Cool.