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The only way it might be a good idea is if you simply cannot buy the house you want with a 30-yr loan, or there are literally no houses in your desired city/neighborhood in your price range. If and only if with the lower payments you can make an extra payment every month directly to paying off the principal, thereby paying off your mortgage years earlier and saving yourself a sh!t-ton of interest, does a 50-year mortgage make any sense. But who the heck has the financial discipline to make that extra payment every month? Almost nobody.

The dog is so sweet, this just melts my heart …

Wow, he’s stunning. Unfortunately, the text of his ad reads like an early version of Google Translate. Also, who is “we”? Does he work with a partner?

Both the 1985 film and the 1993 musical were financial successes, although it’s a bit apples & oranges in both cases. The 1985 version was a small-budget indie production, and the demographics of Broadway audiences and mass-market movies differ greatly. Still, it’s worth noting that the 1985 film grossed $18 million ($54.3 million adjusted for inflation) whereas its 2025 counterpart has made less than $6 million so far.

Ever since I came out as a teenager, I’ve always been attracted to older guys. When I was 20yo, I remember thinking if I had to choose between a hot 20yo and a hot 40yo, I’d probably pick the older guy every time. As I got older, my age “limit” got older as well. I started finding guys in their mid-40s attractive, then early 50s, late 50s, and then … First, a bit of a tangent: in the crowded lounge waiting for my flight to Buenos Aires, I was lucky to share a table with perhaps the handsomest man I’d ever seen, a 40-something Argentine who looked like a supermodel, except more rugged than model-pretty. I saw quite a few more smokin’ hot daddies in Buenos Aires, and a stunning mid-50s guy in Iguazú. Those working out in the hotel gym were on full display because instead of a wall, the gym was separated from the lobby by floor-to-ceiling glass. Iguazú daddy wore the clingiest workout gear I’ve ever seen, but holy sh!t, did he have the body to pull it off. In Madrid, I noticed a gorgeous guy in his 60s at the gym and thought, “OK, Argentina doesn’t have a monopoly on sexy daddies.” Of course not, but my favorite gym daddy turned out to be an Argentine who decided to retire in Madrid. Upon chatting him up, I found out he was 67! He has the wrinkles to show for it yet is still handsome as hell. With a body men half his age would envy, he wears sleeveless T’s and the skimpiest running shorts on the floor. Better yet, he is one of the very few exhibitionists there and loves to strut around and flop his fat cock all around the locker room. If he were an escort, I’d hire him in a nanosecond — just name your price, pal. Maybe there is a psychological component to my attraction to older men, but I don’t think about it much, if at all. I think it’s more that I rejected society’s assumption that (old) age and beauty are mutually exclusive. In any case, it cracks me up that one of the things I’ll miss most about Madrid, and there is so damn much to love about the city, is a cock-flopping senior citizen.

LOL, too much coincidence: I also hooked up with Alejandro. I was just about to leave when I got chatted up by Costa, blond Greek. He doesn’t kiss but is so handsome and sexy that I did a half-hour anyway. Then Alejandro asked me again, dropping his price from 70€ to 50€, didn’t need to twist my arm. BTW, I nominate Alejandro as the best kisser at Thermas. Thermas today wasn’t off because it’s a Sunday but because Thermas was the last stop of the Splash party. Guys who have been partying all night started coming in after 6am and were hanging out and doing drugs all day. Splash is about once a month but doesn’t follow any consistent schedule. It started lousy but after 6pm, all the party boys left and the sauna was back to normal.

A weird day at Thermas … When I got here and for a good stretch afterward, none of the chaperos were chatting me up, most weren’t even making eye contact. I wondered if I should take it personally until I noticed the other clients were getting the cold shoulder as well. Juan, first guy in my first Thermas post, told me that the boys were here to party and do drugs, the monthly Splash event, not to drum up business. I did hire a couple of guys. First was Karim: Moroccan, been in Spain 3 years, Spanish was passable but not great, the handsomest guy I’ve seen so far at Thermas. He was a decent kisser but not really into it, great cock but couldn’t get hard. Not the worst 50€ I’ve ever spent, not the best. I had a better time with Omar, N African parents but born & raised in Barcelona, prides himself on being perfectly trilingual. If you want to get f*cked, Omar is absolutely your best bet: handsome guy, beautifully furry body, cock that deserves a display in the Louvre, stays rock-hard the whole time. Bisexual, much prefers women but is happy to f*ck a guy, especially if you’re paying. Good kisser, unfortunately not really into it. Damn, Omar makes me wish like hell I were a bottom. I'm 50/50 on whether to come tomorrow. Juan told me while it’s a lot slower, a fair number of chaperos (usually) show up on Mondays, 4-7pm. PS: I was mistaken about the price increase. My first visit was on Wednesday, discount day. So 20.50€ on Wed, 23€ rest of the week.

Were we there at the same time? I was at Thermas between 4-7pm. Latest trip report: Yuppers, packed on a Saturday afternoon. Entry went up from the last visit (20.50->23€). So many working guys, if you couldn’t find one you liked, you were doing it wrong. BTW, I looked for but couldn’t find the “no prostitution” sign. Either they took it down, or I’m blind as a bat (prolly the latter since I drank way too much the night before). 1. My first session was with Claudio, 49yo Brazilian, day job is personal trainer, excellent Spanish. Married with 2 kids but kissed like a dream and got rock-hard. I had so much fun that we repeated a half-hour later. Charged me 50€, I gave him 60€ both times, his reaction warmed my heart because he was so happy that he made enough to give his teenage son a new phone for Christmas. 2. Oliver … from DR but grew up in Spain. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that you shouldn’t hire a guy out of pity. He wasn’t my type, at all, but I fell for his sob story about not earning anything all day. A waste of a half-hour and 50€. BTW, he was the only gay guy I hired this visit, but he was kind of a shitty kisser. 3. Antonio, the chapero of my dreams! Looks, body, personality, attitude, everything a 10. 34yo originally from Cuba, has lived in Spain since he was 12 but still has a Cuban accent, interestingly enough. We clicked so well that I invited him out to dinner after Thermas. Conversation was easier than falling off a log. We’re all set for a 5-hour “date” Tuesday night, half the time dinner, the other half in-room fun, 500€. Yesterday afternoon offered not just quantity but more important quality of chaperos. The only downside was that some of the hottest guys were quoting 80 to 100€. With so many clients there, however, I’m guessing they had no problem getting their rate. When I return to Thermas in a couple of hours, I’ll be curious to see if the higher rates were “surge pricing” for a busy Saturday afternoon or simply the new reality (Barcelona housing costs have skyrocketed in the last 5 years).

His ad says, “I offer parties” followed by a snowflake icon. Does that mean he deals cocaine?? How else does one interpret that?

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$250 to … meet at Starbucks?? gulp

If the guy on the left ever decided to start escorting …

Starbucks frappuccinos taste exactly the same no matter where you are. They must have the formulas calibrated to the milligram & milliliter for every variety. But the quality of the food is night & day American Starbucks vs. abroad. The food in the US Starbucks is total shyte whereas their food abroad is surprisingly good. This is probably heresy to say, but the best pizza I’ve ever had was at the Starbucks Reserve Roastery in Milan.

If just out of the fryer, I maintain McD’s fries are really good; but the burgers always tasted weird to me, so weird that if they gave them away, I still wouldn’t eat them. My first time in a McDonalds in Paris was memorable. We went in just to use the bathroom but decided to stay when we saw the sundae flavors. They had chocolate and caramel sauce like in the US, but instead of strawberry as a 3rd option, they had cassis. We had to try it — wow, it was surprisingly good for a fast-food sundae topping.

Googled it. Fried once at some central processing plant, frozen, packaged, and shipped out. Then they’re fried again at the local spot.