It started in
1987 when I was about 7. My
dad asked me to
rub his
shoulders because he had just finished some
carpentry in the
basement. It was then that I discovered my
talent for
massage. For the years to follow the
initial discovery, my parents
exploited me to friends and
family. "Oh, you have
got to try one of
Loon's massages! They're
incredible!" Of course, I would
loyally obey, and receive a great deal of
praise and
appreciation for my work.
Over the years, I've gone from massaging just shoulders and
back to
full-body massages. I have learned and
developed some
techniques with some
friends who enjoy
giving (and
getting, of course!) massages. I can work with
oils or just
towels.
I am known somewhat in the
Stern School of Business for my
therapeutic hands. It is not unusual to
walk into the
Student Council office and find me
assuaging the
pain in someone's back or neck.
Perhaps this has allowed me a different
status in many people's
eyes. They want to stay on
my "good side", so they can
partake in the
relief from pain and
tension that they
accumulate from their
everyday lives.
They don't understand that there is very little they can do to get on my
nonexistent bad side. But
I'll take it. I am their
opiate.
I massage
indiscriminately, for whoever asks for it. I
am the
massage whore. Just
ask me and I'll be your
anodyne.