It was a cold night when the guy showed up to buy a desk from a rental unit I was renovating. I had been up a while, painting and putting in new fixtures and was feeling pretty chatty. Before you know it I got down to it and offered him a line to sweeten the deal as he was on the fence about it.
An hour later I know all about his divorce and the stress he’s under and how he wished he could find a decent massage but all the women he’s gotten online are too weak and lack the stamina. I offered a chair and gave him a quick demonstration of the technique I’d been perfecting since I was a little kid with a dad who drove long hours and appreciated a good massage at the end of the day.
I suggested he let me give him the pro treatment and after another pair of lines we went next door to my home and he stretched out across the foot of my bed. By this point time is immaterial but I was working up a sweat and stepped out to change into a pair of gym shorts. I kept on working his neck, shoulders, back, even his arms and hands. He obviously worked hard and for 40, he had none of the classic dad bod creeping around the waist.