I massaged a guy a few days ago that talked very fast and non-stop during the entire massage. Bradd is a lawyer and an actor. He told me personal stuff, like how he has pec implants, and I told him I write a blog.
When people share personal stuff, it makes me want to share personal stuff. It’s like a reflex.
Him – “Ohhh, can you write about me?”
Me – “Of course I can.”
Him – “Can you make my name be Bradd? Bradd with two D’s?”
Me – “Well, I’m thinking of putting this whole conversation in the blog. People will know you as Bradd with two D’s, but know it’s an alias.”
Him – “That’s okay. I wish I only had one name to go by. Like Cher or Madonna.”
The conversation went on and on like that. He changed subjects a lot.
I told him he had soft hands, so thru out the rest of the massage he kept referring to himself as Bradd with two D’s with the soft hands who played naked gay Jesus.
He was in a play about the 12 apostles all being gay guys, and I think he said that Jesus was naked during it, but I’m not positive. He talked so fast and was face down most of the time, it was hard to understand him. The play was very controversial. He needed a police escort to guard the play house to stop the protesters from rioting. I didn’t know acting was so dangerous.
He was the most entertaining client yet.