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An issue with the way the show has developed is that there used to be a bit more mental gymnastics in trying to determine each subsequent destination. The ready availability of internet access has made that aspect easier and perhaps that is why it is just about eliminated from the show. I have applied to be a contestant many times over the years. I have sent in tapes with all sorts of partners and never got a nibble. Guess my back story was just not interesting enough and even 30 seasons ago, no one was waiting for me to take off my shirt and get into a speedo.

I am a huge TAR fan. I first strarted watching back in Season 1 when the teams had to Zip line under or through or near Victoria Falls. I loved the idea of it and the scenery was breath taking. I have watched just about every episode since. I was rooting for Team Big Brother and I was really rooting for Cody to take his shirt off, which he did rarely if at all. Yalies struck me as smug. I enjoyed the Indy drivers and Team Extreme was probably the best all female team they have ever had on the show. The final puzzle very challenging but it was not exciting TV as you could not really see the symbols on the pieces and as a result it was hard to play along at home. It seemed like an organized thought process could have worked to solve that puzzle very easily. There was a pair of propellers each with two symbols. Finding either of those symbols on any other piece would place it in either as discarded or belonging with the other propeller. Going through the four symbols (two on each propeller would go a long way to forming two piles only one of which would have all distinct symbols. Now I could not get a clear enough view of the pieces to see if there were more than two symbols on each with some of the symbols being red herrings. I also do no know if the pieces were two sided and as a result there were really four propellers each side of each of the two, A little more clarification on the part of the show would have made it clearer why it took over 2.5 hours to solve that puzzle.

Just by putting my 2 cents in, I am overpaying.

Arpad Miklos. Blocking on the first name but I believe it was Jason Markus.

Has Heath Jordan retired? He was fun and sexy

When I first started hiring, I contacted Mike Grey and told him I was new to the scene and to men in general and he advised me that he was not the right escort for me. So you may have just saved some useless banter, or perhaps, you might have been luckier than I.

Each encounter is a bit different. Basically though: He comes over. I come. Its over. There is a lot of yadda yadda yadda in between.

I know at least 2. They were escorts initially and then went to law school to become...well for lack of a better term....lawyers/

Does Klown fit into this category?

Tailors who make high end suits will ask which way you dress. Kows who are making mildly amusing on line humor will use which way do you lean.

Quite right. On this thread when you ask someone if they lean to the left or lean to the right, it refers to which direction their cock points in their bathing suit.

https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7140/6969182560_9375e1c6ac_b.jpg Big assed ice dancer. Goodness gracious.

When receiving, I prefer a no hands technique. When giving; I do like a hand or hands to the back of the head and a moan or twelve.

I worked one summer as a Good Humor Man. I thought it would be a fun job, but I worked on commission and as a first year driver, I did not have a set route. Each work day I would go to the truck depot, get my ice cream out of my locker in the freezer, load up the truck and drive for 12 hours. In and out of the truck was great for the legs. Problem with not having a set route was timing. People were used to the truck arriving at a certain time, but I did not know the route, I had to continually check the route sheet and as a result I was off on my timing. I would get to a hot spot only to find Bungalow Bar truck there or a Mr. Softee. I would have to take a detour and then not know where I was going. Once my truck broke down, fortunately it was at a part so that turned out to be a great day. Harder job than you would think. Most annoying, people who could not decide which ice cream to get.

In my home, every year is the year of the dog. This year is Year of the Dog. More specifically the year of the Earth Dog. Eleventh in the Twelve year animal cycle and third in the 5 element cycles ( earth, fire, wood, metal and water.) For earth dogs out there, here are the general characteristics of earth dogs: Personality and Horoscope for the Earth Dog Earth dogs generally cannot inherit much wealth from their forefathers, so most of them rely on their own efforts; they have the ordinary luck in youth and it's hard for them to accumulate wealth; their luck becomes better in middle age and they have sound luck in old age. Earth dogs are broad-minded, faithful, considerate, well-disciplined and they stick to principles. Also, they are grateful, chivalrous, brave and have the courage to take the blame for what they do, thus it's easy for them to offend somebody. Earth dogs always have clear goals and they are self-poised towards success and failure, never compromising their conscience to do things. They are persistent and never give up. They believe in the life philosophy of taking their own road in a down-to-earth manner. Although earth dogs are very capricious sometimes, they never hurt others arbitrarily and they respect the other's position and attitude rather than forcing the other to accept their opinions. Earth dogs don't like to interfere in the life of others, vice versa. Earth dogs have the artistic spirit, so it's not suitable for them to work in industry and commerce circles with fierce competition and internal strife. It doesn't mean that their physical strength or fighting spirit is inferior to others, but their practice and personality cannot cater to others in this complicated society. In work, earth dogs are always meticulous and responsible and they are committed to their work and try their best to finish the work. Due to their serious and responsible attitude, they are more likely to succeed. In terms of love, earth dogs are tongue-tied in the face of their loved ones. The most headache thing for them is the romantic love because they don't know how to create the romantic atmosphere, or how to answer back when the partner takes the initiative. However, they will give all they have for their loved ones and they are very faithful. Generally, earth dogs have favorable luck in making money but they need to avoid the money matters between friends and sign the agreement in advance to avoid the unnecessary loss in cooperation.

Very endearing. The fact that they can't stay serious when delivering very cheesy lines gives a very human touch to them. Sexy and down to earth and those thighs, my oh my.

TB or not TB that never seems to be a question. It is all TB all the time. I am looking forward to my next encounter with the man with the Golden Guns.

Unfairly handsome.

Much more appealing than doggy style with an actual dog.

Thanks to you all. Starting this post allowed me to really get down and feel the loss. I am already feeling better, but I did get four bowls ready for dinner. I put his down in his spot anyway. After they were done, I let the other three eat it. Surprisingly, there was no fighting over it. Just the three of them sharing the meal. It was sweet.

Hmmm came up in my current posts Not sure how that happened. Thanks for correcting that.

Ben was born in the hills of West Virginia where he roamed and survived on skills learned and honed, until he was brought into the throes of civilization, at about the time of his first birthday. Civilization, being what it is, placed him in a cage and handed down a death sentence to be performed within 10 days. Such is the fate of millions of domestic animals in the US each year. Ben, his captive name and the only one he would have, waited for the death knell. Given what I came to know of his nature, he likely lay peacefully in the back of the cage and stayed a fair distance from anyone who might have the notion to spare him from this fate. Despite this, a group came and took him from the cage and brought him to Castle of Dreams. Castle of Dreams is not a Castle and it is not something many would find dreamy, but they do offer "3 hots and a cot" or more accurately, 1 cold and a hold. And for several months, he ate the one cold and stayed in his hold and waited for something different, something better. At Castle of Dreams, each rescued animal gets a title long with with the captive name and so brown dog #73 as he was originally known, became Sir Ben, knighted by the sword of fate that smote the lock of his death row cell and brought him to this place. Reports are that he interacted well with other dogs, but his interactions with humans was guarded and skittish. He was hand shy and cowered at loud noises and loud voices, even if directed elsewhere. I hate to consider what manner of nature, beast or man could instill such fear into the what I came to know as a serene soul wrapped in long brown fur and with one of the coldest noses to ever wake a man from a sound sleep. When I went to Castle of Dreams, it was to meet Princess Rose, a pretty lab mix puppy who caught my eye on a day I had the intestinal fortitude and the tissue supply necessary to go onto Petfinder. A phone call later and a marriage had been arranged. I was to meet the fair lady and whisk her off from her Castle to my Castle. The required two days passed and I arrived in my chariot to escort fair lady home. As fate would have it, another suitor suit her better and she was gone. However, Sir Ben was there, in the back of a cage which neighbored the cage that the Princess had vacated. He was offered as a sort of consolation prize and that is just what he was, a great prize of great consolation and just a bit unknowable. In the 14 or so years we shared a home, Ben never got over his fear of loud noises, and a hand raised to get a glass or swat a fly might send him skittering off, sliding on the tile floors which were never his friend. He joined the two other dogs living with me and he apprenticed himself, or more accurately he became squire to Fred, a large black street dog, likely a Newfoundland/Lab mix, who like Ben, led a life out on his own and who eventually allowed himself to let down his guard enough to live with me in out home. Street royalty brought in to teach others what can be accomplished from humble beginnings. Fred was old by this time and his time was short and so he quickly taught Ben the essentials. This is how we guard the perimeter. This is we mark our territory. This is our area for exercise and this is the area of hygienic purpose. Ben learned quickly. He slept with Fred, usually in a different room than I, while Rusty, the other dog sought solace in my bed and at my foot. They ate together, they played together. They huddled together in thunderstorms and then they said goodbye as I carried Fred out, an old soldier who had just no more life left. Ben became the pater familias to the other dogs that came into my home, and three of them have been lying silently in canine grief, near his spot on the couch. Anyone who has ever witnessed the loss of a pack member from a pack of dogs knows the real grief these animals feel and I think if dogs could cry, my home would be flooded and washed out to sea in the torrent of canine tears that these three would be shedding. As it is, my tears will have to be the outward sign of their inner angst and sadness. I will not go into great detail about Ben's life as a dog in my home. Suffice it to say, he was the most difficult of the pack to know. He would never take a treat first, even as four dogs looked up waiting to hear their name called, he would not take his first. If he name was called first, he would gently nuzzle away the offered treat until another name was called. After that, he was ready. It seemed he wanted to be sure that he was not being singled out for some special reward. That he wanted to be part of a team and that he would be assured that others were reaping rewards. Friday night I returned from work. I am dogsitting a friend's dog and when I came in, Ben did not get off the couch. I opened the door and let the others our and I patted him on the head and moved on the change my clothing. I came out and he was lying by the front door. He preferred the front area, but I usually did not indulge him in this foray around the main entrance area. This day, I did and upon opening the door he did get up to look and smell and guard and dig and do all manner of his usual activities. He stood up and then sat and then laid down again. He did not seem to be in pain, but he seemed tired. I thought, too much instruction for the guest puppy had tuckered him out. Later, he walked a few steps and again seemingly without pain, stopped and then lay down. Working on the theory that this was just old age muscles, I escorted him to my bed, gave him a non steroidal medication and a treat and left him lying there. Later, he left the bed and in the middle of the night, I saw him sitting by his water bowl, by water bowl I mean the bathroom toilet bowl. Though there were always plenty of water bowls around, Ben loved cold water. In the winter, a water bowl outside would be assiduously licked to unleash its cold refreshing liquid and at other times, the cold toilet water was his beverage of choice. He could not be dissuaded from this. This fount of cold water was his fount of life. That fateful night, he stood and took a few laps of water and then lay down on the bathroom rug. I pet his head and went to bed and two hours later I awoke and walked to check on him. I found him lying peacefully at that same spot. I stroked his head, there was barely a motion of the tail and then a sigh and then no more. I took some of the cold toiler water and swathed his lips. My only hope is that last drink was really cold and really refreshing. That the cold water brought to his mind the cold streams of the mountains of West Virginia and a puppyhood that shaped the dog that shared my life. I hope those last drops quenched the fires of fear that had slowly faded over the years and that in that final pet on the head, he was able to fully accept that he was worthy of a special reward. Thanks for sharing your life with me Ben. Last night I had a dream and this song played in it, and I think this was meant for you. I wont bore you all with the details of a golf game with donald trump which played a role in that same dream.

I am sorry you will not be posting but it is a lot of work. I for one enjoy them, so thank you for your efforts. I am unaware of any escorts passing, so if someone would PM me and let me know who, I would appreciate it. I have hired a bunch of men along the way and I hope they are all doing well.

All forum members and assorted guests are welcome as long as they notify in advance. I would love the see of the ladies attend. Women have attended this event in the past and they have also attended other forum get togethers, so it is possible that there may be attendance by some. I agree, they would be a refreshing addition.

I hope to meet you before either of us is a year older. Is Palm Springs a possibility? If so, perhaps we can arrange a special BD belated present.