"Your skills aren't up to standard, frankly speaking, if I was a client, I would not come back again. Your strokes are too repetitive and you don't have enough strength." The half naked man in his underwear lying in front of me said. "But you have the touch, and you are slightly better than the certified guy I interviewed a day earlier. You're hired."
That was the boss of Bodylite Massage Salon.
I had always liked giving massages to my girlfriends. But that was on a very amateur level and my only reference was the ‘A Complete Guide to Massage’ book.
This time round while spending time in Singapore waiting to go back to Buenos Aires, I decided to pick up the basic Swedish massage professionally. It’s a good skill to have in my current world, filled with dancers with sore feet; to give friends a treat; and especially when you want to pamper the one you love.
So I looked up various massage parlors, they were hiring alright, but all needed some sort of certified training. Not wanting to give up, neither did I want to spend SGD$1000 for a half year massage course. I sent out a bunch of emails to the various massage parlors and stated that I only gave amateur massages to my friends, have no formal training but willing to learn.
The first one that replied and agreed to interview me was Clemence from Bodylite. For my interview I had to give him a massage, which was not as weird as I thought. Although I had to imagine the naked butt in front of me belonging to a lady, and no I did not see dick. But my unprofessional skills showed and he said what he said.
But nonetheless, for some reason I had ‘the touch’ and I was hired. Three training sessions later I took my first two clients. I was tipped $10 and $20 respectively. The second client even said that was his ‘most relaxing’ massage ever and wanted me to be his regular masseur.
Heh… Just hope he truly liked my massage skills, and only that. 
