So I was active on Tinder to find clients and I matched with this man named “Andrea”. His photos were not very clear; one of them was his profile; another was taken in a distance. I could only make out his frame, and his ethnicity. We moved our conversation to What’sapp eventually and I learned that he was an accountant, living in BKK, in Saigon a couple of days on holiday or visa run (I cannot remember exactly which one). He rented a nice room in a boutique hotel in Binh Thanh, which was quite far from my place in D7; I would say it takes me about at least 30 minutes by bike if the traffic isn’t bad. We agreed on a deluxe package which includes 3 Sheila’s Massage Training sessions aka Learning session and a nuru, for 3 mornings. As most package from Deluxe and above, clients need 3 days, preferably in a row, to finish it. Clients can choose to pay up front or per sessions they take, but as an incentive, I usually give people discount at the end of the package and charge the full price if they pay as they go. More often than not, if they pay in installments, I would ask them to pay $20 more than the actual session’s cost to encourage them to finish their package. For Royal Package, this extra amount can extend to $70 since there is an exclusive service that is not included in other packages. Each training session lasts anywhere from 1h 15 minutes to 2 hours maximum to make sure that some clients who are not kinesthetic can follow the lesson. At the end of the lesson, I would give them a handout to review what they learn so they can focus on practicing instead of taking down notes. The first session with him were a little more than two hours since he was a number guy. Not only was he not good with hands, he was also not good with words. I think he realized that he was a bit clumsy with hands and feet so he tried quite hard; he had a bit problem with orientation. He is like me in some ways; I can imitate people’s dance move if they are in front of me but not opposite me- one of the reasons why I wasn’t good at geometry in high school. Anyway, in the second session, he got better like every other client and felt more confident in himself and we settled on 10 o’clock the next morning for his graduation test and a nuru. At about 3 or 4 Pm the day before his G day, I decided to ask him if we could move the session to 2 pm since it would save some me commuting time and because I got work to do nearby at 5:30. He agreed and it turned out one of the worst decisions I made in my massage career. At about an hour before the agreed time, he sent me a message to cancel the session since his client misread the contract about the due date; therefore the deadline would expire soon and they needed the report badly. My client told me he couldn’t concentrate on the massage if work was on his head; I understood that “business is before pleasure”; even I also adhere to it, so I told him to focus on his work and if possible to come back to me the next day for his graduation before he flew out. It never happend. He flew back to BKK the next morning. I learned it first hand that I should leave well alone and that I should stick to the schedule I make because Murphy’s Law does apply in real life. It was in 2005, I think, and I almost forgot about him until I saw him again on Tinder. I was so happy that I swiped right instantly; he did the same and we started to chat again. I asked him why he didn’t drop me a line when he was back in town, he said he had lost my number. I asked him if he wanted to finish the third session and he put a question mark next to it, then he seemed to remember it when saying “ah, yes”. Then we switched to What’s app, I told him we would need 2.5 hours and the third day sessions would cost him this much; he agreed and asked me about the “coffee money”. It’s my turn to put the question mark next to it. Our conversation went back and forth as the photos show.
He arrived earlier than me and booked a room then sent me the room number. I asked the receptionist if there was a French friend waiting for me. The receptionist told me that my friend is Canadian. I was a bit surprised since I thought he was French but I dismissed the thought, thinking that my memory didn’t serve me right. I went happily to the fifth floor, opened the door and walked straight in. Upon seeing him, I walked back out to double check the room number. He wasn’t the client that I knew of. He was a completely different man. I came back in and apologized to him that I mistook him for a friend of mine; he also apologized to me that he thought I was a lady he had met twice on Tinder and he really wanted to see her again. For some reasons, his profile was similar to my old client and he also had photos of him in a distance. I could have sworn they resembled each other. I told him we didn’t have to continue and we just needed to split the fee for the room. He was like “we can do it”. I couldn’t believe my ears; I sat down and showed him the email I usually sent to clients before any sessions to make sure he understood what he was going to buy and what he should expect or not expect during the sessions. He completed the sexual profile on the spot and we had a wonderful package. Towards the end of the session, during the shower, I realized I undercharged him since he was not the same client so he should pay the full fee not the balance of the previous client, which meant an extra $30. I told him the fact and didn’t expect he would have more on him but after looking into his wallet, he took out the exact amount equivalent of $30 and gave it to me. He later on flew to KO SAMUI to enjoy his holiday; he sent me messages asking me if he should try nuru there. I have changed him and he was then ready for new pleasure adventure. He sent me a report of what he experienced as the link below
https://meandnuru.blogspot.com/2017/01/sheilas-nuru-differences-in-style.html