Whippoorwill

I see this from both sides. I have it in my line of work too.
Sometimes someone will want to meet with me. They say that and I ask when. They don’t have a specific time in mind. That can be good if I have a full schedule. I can fit them in when it suits me. This tiresome when I pick a time and it doesn’t suit them. Why didn’t you provide me parameters then?
Sometimes someone provides a very specific day and time. That can be good because it suggests they’ve thought about getting together and it will likely be a productive, goal-oriented meeting. It can also be overwhelming or sometimes impossible if I’m very busy or even committed at that time.
A potential client who has a whole block of time open asking a provider when is good shouldn’t be a problem. If the provider says pick a time, pick a time. The provider better be ready for whatever time though. The reason the client asked about when was because his time is open but if he suggests 8:00 pm, the provider shouldn’t say he can’t then. “Pick a time” suggests wide-open availability. 

Run a mile.
But next time you book, give him a time. Vague clients are problematic.
I get messages like “Hi, are you available for massage?”
Well…yes I am because that’s what I do but when?? Now?, later?, tomorrow?, next week?… Just be clear about when you want. If I can’t do it I’ll come back with an alternative. 

Abort, and start using your big head. 

I keep saying 2x a month at most and I keep breaking that rule.  This month will be 6.  

My budget allows for once a month, but so far this year I've been breaking my own rules, so 8 times through today. That breaks down to 2 escorts(  and 6 massages, 3 of which were with my regular go-to (and 2 of those were with 4-hands, which he and I have been enjoying lately).  And have booked my regular for Saturday as well. 

Now explain to him what writing is.  

How about some more stories, guys? I have others to tell, but I don't want this to be the Whippoorwill column. But here's another.
When I was living in France, I was driving one Saturday morning for a few days vacation in the Loire River Valley. Leaving Paris, it was sprinkling, and as I passed under an overpass, there was a comely young hitchhiker decked out in jeans, a black leather jacket, and backpack, avoiding the rain. I have always been a sucker for picking up hitchhikers. Now I didn't want to get my hopes up, as every Frenchman, straight or gay, from age 2 to 92, has a black leather jacket. So I stopped and picked up Jean-Hubert, who had just graduated from the lycée (and thus was maybe 17 or 18) and was off to visit his Grand-Mere in Bordeaux for the summer. As we talked, we got warmer and friendlier with each other. I saw him glancing at my crotch (also undoubtedly jeans-clad), and returned the glances. At some point, we both put a hand on the other's thigh at the same instant. The groping and rubbing went on for some time as we were speeding through the French countryside. Eventually the sun came out, and we stopped at a roadside rest stop located on the edge of a cornfield. We went off into the cornfield, which was high enough to hide our waists, but not our torsos. The pants dropped to the ankles, and we blew and jacked each other off. We then went into the (empty) restroom and washed the bits. When the road to Bordeaux split to the southwest, Jean-Hubert and I said our goodbyes with some passionate kissing, and I wished him a hot and slutty summer cruising the parks and beaches and T-rooms of Bordeaux. And I had a new appreciation for cornfields. 

When I turned 50, the best birthday card I received was, "Happy Birthday. Now you don't have to worry about dying young anymore." 

Some decades ago I had a long-term affair with a British identical twin...he gay, his twin "straight." He reported that when they were teenagers, his straight brother would go out on a date, and if he didn't get laid, would come back home and fuck his gay brother. I happily stayed in the family home in Britain with him, and fucked his eyeballs out, in his childhood room, separated from his parents by a 3" stud wall, in the council flats (public housing) where they lived. Fortunately, his parents were both deaf and dumb, and did hot hear a thing. But...vibrations, anyone? He haa now been with an American lover I introduced him to for over 30 years. The "straight" brother is on his third wife. 

Some decades ago I had a long-term affair with a British identical twin...he gay, his twin "straight." He reported that when they were teenagers, his straight brother would go out on a date, and if he didn't get laid, would come back home and fuck his gay brother. I happily stayed in the family home in Britain with him, and fucked his eyeballs out, in his childhood room, separated from his parents by a 3" stud wall, in the council flats (public housing) where they lived. Fortunately, his parents were both deaf and dumb, and did hot hear a thing. But...vibrations, anyone? He haa now been with an American lover I introduced him to for over 30 years. The "straight" brother is on his third wife. 

Some decades ago I had a long-term affair with a British identical twin...he gay, his twin "straight." He reported that when they were teenagers, his straight brother would go out on a date, and if he didn't get laid, would come back home and fuck his gay brother. I happily stayed in the family home in Britain with him, and fucked his eyeballs out, in his childhood room, separated from his parents by a 3" stud wall, in the council flats (public housing) where they lived. Fortunately, his parents were both deaf and dumb, and did hot hear a thing. But...vibrations, anyone? He haa now been with an American lover I introduced him to for over 30 years. The "straight" brother is on his third wife. 

Twice a month, alternating between two regulars; When traveling, twice a week. 
 

Twice a month, alternating between two regulars; When traveling, twice a week. 
 

He has told you everything you need to know. Run. In the opposite direction. 

Next year, when all banks in the Eurozone have to offer instant payments (direct money transfer within ten seconds) I think checks & cheques will become Eurozone history.

“And that’s a definite no to stamps”

It’s that piece of paper the person in front of you at the grocery store checkout line is taking an interminable amount of time writing on and holding up the line.

What’s a check?

What’s a check?

He has told you everything you need to know. Run. In the opposite direction. 

He has told you everything you need to know. Run. In the opposite direction. 

As long as he accepts cheeks bouncing on him. 

YES!

I am familiar with a young Asian student in SF on a student visa. His RentMasseur add does not show his face, and says he offers Therapeutic and Sensual massages, but not Erotic. What you do in private is your business, but as Frank R say, better to be a little discrete in your public advertisements. 

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