B2B

It was a so-so Tuesday Vargas for yours truly, that he decided to cross the border and step into Malaysia, truly Asia! The main reason was to get a massage. Then my shoes started to tell me it was time to replace him. It's practically worn off and the neighboring town has cheaper items. So when I got to Johor Bahru, trulaloo Malaysia itu, I bought a new pair and used it.

Then I took a cab to this massage place called Artemis, my not so arch nemesis. When I got to the reception, the guy handed me two small photo albums like the ones we have at home for 4x6 photos. As I browsed through photos of their masseurs, I asked for their promotional service. The receptionist told me about a 10% off on a body-to-body massage.

I had second thoughts. The last time I got a B2B, the guy pressed some part of my body (note: pressed, not knead) when I was lying face down, buck naked. He applied oil on my back, butt, and behind the legs and calves, and then the masseur smothered his nude torso and lower body with grease, and practically rubbed his body against mine. In other words, it was a good-in-this-way-bad-in-that-way kind of session.

But I gave it a second chance; maybe the masseur would be good enough this time. At first I chose a cute Burmese... cat. Echos. I thought he was Filipino, but when I found out his from Myanmar, the Hidden Char! I so wanted to get him. But the receptionist guy recommended Jack the massage trainer for first timers. Good massage, good service, good churva. When I saw his pic, he really wasn't my type.

For a minute, I was in a dilemma: would I go for someone nice to look at while he bathes me (yes, these fellows will bathe with you before the massage), scrubs me (yes, I added a body scrub service on top of the massage), and rubs me? Or someone with more skills in kneading?

I chose Jack over Robin. This better be my money's worth, I thought.

Turns out, he was.



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