Cowboy brought something up today.
He asked if I ever thought about massaging again. I told him that I do think about it sometimes, you know, on the side, easy money, but I don't have a table anymore.
He asked how much that would cost me, and I explained that a table like the ones I had before (which were top of the line for portables) are upwards of $500.
"You know, I could help you with that"
Blink. Blink.
He understood when I told him that I wouldn't feel comfortable with that. I don't like to owe anyone. We're alike that way, you see.
But it's in my head now.
4 clients at $70, and I just made the same amount as what I made working all week with the handyman. And I could easily do both. I could make back that investment very quickly. Two 6 hour Saturdays and I have made back his investment plus sheets and oil with profit.
But.
While we are increasingly comfortable with each other, he is not my boyfriend. (even if he were, I would hesitate) I consider what we have a very delicate matter. I would bend over backwards to repay him and give him free massages on top of it, but.
It's tempting, but.
So many buts...
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email me please
i think life left something under my bed that is yours.. lol
GM, if you offered free massages, I would give you a massage bed. At the mall, there is a place that is like a nail salon, but is massage beds instead.
For $60, you are treated to an hour-long full body massage that gives you the vigor to take on another week's worth of this rotten world.
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