The person I wanted to book was unavailable, so I randomly picked a new guy, Ah Cheng. When he opened the door I thought I’d walked into a nursing home. Ah Cheng has thinning hair and a face full of lines — not exactly handsome. But I was already committed and felt awkward canceling. His massage skills were mediocre, and when I was face down I kept smelling his strong breath — he had bad breath. OOO was wearing only underwear, and the whole thing felt mechanical and routine, like an office task. I noticed the heavy breath again and went to shower first. I’m a fat person and felt like I was being “picked” (not chosen). Apparently someone who looks plain, like therapists at mainstream massage shops, will also pick clients. I’ll just treat it as a learning experience.