purplekow

One thing this thread proves is that there are very hot men just about anywhere you go

Somewhere in here, there is a post I made years ago about the number of escorts and the total cost. I would rather not think about the costs and concentrate on the pleasure. I would hope that on my death bed the deposit I will be thinking about is onto a muscular ass rather than at an ATM.

Small shaving kit bag. In a paperbag. Set up the towel. Dig a hole. Put shaving kit in hole. Make a show of ripping up the paper bag. Discreetly mark the burial site with a largish paper bag piece. Cover with a towel Make a point a showing people you are throwing the paper bag out. This seems extreme, but if you are a worrier, you are a worrier. Me? Keys in shoe. Money in sock in shoe. One shoe on each corner of the top of the beach towel. Drying towel as a pillow, covering the shoes., trying to keep sand out. Worst that happens is some clever thief get a valet key for a car and 20 bucks in cash and some unwashed and fairly ripe socks.

Nice to see a post by ncm2169 RIP. Also nice to see some words from Jackhammer and Ariadne. Sometimes old posts bring back memories that have nothing to do with the topic itself.

Threads are not necessary with Tristan, his name comes up in multiple threads which are not about him, until of course his name comes up and then the thread is about him for pages. Just as this one will likely make that turn.

Hmmm. I think the most discussed escort for that time is Tristan Baldwin, and I do not believe it is even close. I am not sure if there is a means of checking mentions on this site.

Well there are to schools of thought on the saying of nothing good. 1-The Pollyanna School If you have nothing good to say that is exactly what you should say. 2-The Alice Roosevelt Longfellow School. If you have nothing good to say, come sit next to me. Many here are in the second school but occasionally, there is an escort who seems to attract only those of the first school. When finally a second school member hires him and speaks out , the flood gates open with experiences both good and bad. In general though, if you are going to find a diamond in the rough, you need to get down in rough territory. If your budget allows for the occasional less than stellar hire, go with your gut and hire that unreviewed guy. If you are like me, counting pennies and then paying an escort with them, stick to well travelled ground and assume that if your guy is worth having, someone will have him and let us all know.

Hmmm lets see, two sexy muscular men want to know if it is too late to RSVP....hmmmm......thinking......thinking........thinking.......how many of you are thinking what I am thinking?......

What would suggest to you that what a holiday party needs is a speaker orating about the "proper usage of correct English", though I believe he would more likely be speaking about the correct usage of proper English. More to the point, why would one suggest that a holiday party needs anything more sufficient alcohol, a few designated drivers and a small private space in which on might share a blowjob with the cute guy in the office? You know the one one guy in the office about whom you have had frequent dreams of holiday party oral sex? Or were you craftily planning a threeway with you, the cute guy and Edwin Newman. I could see why one would want to include Edwin Newman, as he was an attractive man, as best as I can recall from his days as a newsman.

That really is the most convenient was to get the money from an ATM. Smaller bills for immediate use at the strip club and larger bills to leave on the bureau later.

The only problem with that is in order to get hundreds out, you have to put hundreds in.

I prefer to pay in pennies. It takes a bit longer to count out but I love to see the escorts biceps bulge when he walks out the door with the cash.

We have the choice to make our own joy or our own misery. Merry Christmas just the same. My guess, you probably did not really want to see your sister.

The Dude Next Door may be just who you need. Eric Hassan. Check out his ad and his reviews and if you are interested, if you are lucky, he will be available.

See you all there.

That kind of thinking resulted in my having dog food for lunch. It was surprisingly delicious.

I cannot remember ever being as happy for someone I do not actually known. I mean, I have been happy for those families who who have military member surprise them at a graduation. I have been happy for those homeless individuals who get a makeover on a TV show and who then return to a different kind of successful life. I have been happy for mothers whose children have been rescued from wells and land mine fields and alien abductions. However, I can never remember being this happy for someone else's coming of middle age story. Perhaps it is because our back stories are very similar. We have both been married to the great love of our life. Eventually after the death of that loved one, we grieved for a long celibate period. Once we finally began to fully live again, we acted on clearly long repressed sexual feelings for men while occasionally having sex with women. The sexual feelings for men were surprising in their existence, as they had been held hostage and labeled as curiosities. Then even more surprising was the intensity of those feelings once they were acted upon. Then came the realization that by god, I really like cock, I may like to like it a lot more. Sp then, I played around with trying to label myself. Saying I was gay seemed to detract from the intense love I had and have for my wife. Saying I was straight seemed a bit ridiculous as I was sucking another man's hard dick. Saying I was bisexual almost fit, but that term seems to suggest a static unalterable attraction to both sexes and that certainly is not my case. My attraction to each of the sexes has been more sinusoidal, a rollercoaster ride in which I am at one peak, hot for mama and then at another peak, hot for papa and then suddenly there is a turn and a climb of anticipation and then a drop of exhilaration and then a turn and who knows where I am going or which I prefer. Anyway, what I have chosen to do is not label myself at all. I am a man who has sex with men. I am a man who has sex with women. So, if asked about my sexuality, and as I have said before, at my age people do not ask as they do want to even briefly consider that I might be having sex lest that image get seared into their brain, I simply smile and say: "yeah sex, I remember it well." To my inner self , I say: I am a man who likes sex, what do you have in mind.

Arrangements are being finalized and the boys will be sending out the information soon.

Remember you are dealing with a 20 year old who is being willingly shot at for the enjoyment of 300 people who are strangers and acquaintances.

i do not know if I already RSVP but I will be attending and staying at Rouge, another KLimpton hotel.

One listen to me made your point. The other two were vanity posts.

Brevity wit essence it is. Yoda

Short.

OK.

That is the standard? Accept bad behavior and move on? So exactly who is lowering the standard, the people who do this or the people that accept it? I agree there is nothing to do about this particular escort, except not hire him again and let him know why. Then move on and continue to expect people to meet their work obligations. At the very least, a phone call rather than a text would have personalized the situation and that may have been enough to have me consider another date in the future, if he was somewhat remorseful and asked for a postponement to another day.