I get heebie jeebies thinking about giving a stranger a massage. I'm not so sure it's about the touching, the possibly gross body I may be rubbing down, or the uncomfortable silence/ non-silence that goes down during that hour. It's more about the...pleasure. Ew. I feel dirty even just writing that! Nooo. I don't mean like THAT kind of massage. More like, the "I'm-only-here-to-pay-you-to-make-me-feel-pleasure" kind of transaction that happens during a massage. So for this reason, I will never be a massage therapist, a masseuse (there is a difference, I learned today), or probably ever get a non-medically-necessary massage again. I pedicure with the best of them, though, but that may be where I draw the line.
"I think it moved."