I've had a few poor experiences and my share of funny ones as well. One of my first massages was with a "therapist" I'd found in the classified section of a free local rag. I was nervous and didn't know much (or I would never have gone through with it). I went to the guy's house. He was nothing much to look at - overweight and disheveled. And he was a hoarder. I've never seen so much stuff everywhere. Dust was hanging in the air. There were piles of clothes on all the furniture. There was no place to put my clothes. Then there was the cat hair. He shrugged and said that he was a "casual housekeeper". I remember being totally creeped out by the whole experience. I don't remember much of the massage but do suspect that there was a HE. I was young and it didn't take much then. Now it takes more but I'm far more discriminating <g>.