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Try "For A Lost Soldier" -- very interesting film about Canadian troup's liberation of the Netherlands after WW2 and a young boy's infatuation with a handsome soldier.

Check out https://rentmasseur.com/dannynps/ -- just had two incredible sessions with him a couple of weeks ago while on vacation... incredible body and incredible massage (he's certified) and he's generous with both!
 

Well said! A proper massage is important and needs to be done by someone who recognises that massage is an art. It’s not just rubbing your baby oiled hand up and down his back to kill time while you check your phone for insta  likes and the mirror for your abs.
A masseur knows that sensual massage is a seduction, to be savoured by his client. He knows it’s to  enable him to learn about his client’s body and what turns him on so that when the time comes for his client’s climax he can press all the right buttons to get the desired response. 
Hire a masseur, because the journey is at least as important as the destination. 

 

So glad I re-discovered this thread! Always nice to get confirmed I’m not the only one engaging in such licentious behaviour! 😂
I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve managed to have a number of encounters thru the years with hotel staff. I thought I’d share one tale of my wanton ways with you gents! 

This one is a bit lengthy, I tried to edit it down, but there’s a lot of buildup, a lot of “am I reading this right” over 36 hours before we got sweaty. 

Some years ago, my travels for work brought me to what we called “Asia-Pac & Oceania” fairly frequently. Basically once a quarter I’d be out in region for 3-4 weeks, traveling between countries. This one trip, towards the end, I was in Singapore for about 4 days. I was then scheduled to head to Australia to round out the trip. I always added on about a week of PTO in Australia each time to enjoy the local talents so to speak, and was looking forward to it.

Anyway, I’m in Singapore, and the hotel I’m booked into has “butlers”, for a lack of a better word, assigned to each suite. You had the same gent for your entire stay - he’d be responsible for example, bringing you room service, taking care of any dry cleaning or laundry, ironing, extra towels, toiletries, items you forgot or ran out of, running errands if needed, unpacking, packing, etc.. The “butler” that trip I had had before - very nice, slightly built Asian gent. No attraction whatsoever on my part. 

My planned last day in Singapore, I finished up work about noon, and decided to make the short walk back to the hotel, and relax before the overnight flight to Sydney. Of course, it began to rain - and rain in Singapore in no joke. I picking up my pace, getting soaked, but I’m only a few minutes from the hotel. The forecourt had polished granite pavers in the drive, or something like that - whatever they were, they were slippery. I should have been walking in the footpath, but in my haste to get out of the rain, I cut thru the drive, and of course wiped out. 

Doorman, and staff come to my aid, get me up and into the lobby. I should add I have a bad back, so I knew it was fcuked then and there. Thankfully, I always travel with my muscle relaxants and pain killers - hoping with them, and a good night’s sleep I’d be OK in a few hours for the 8 hour flight to Sydney. It was a misery undressing, getting in the shower, getting into a robe. I decided to err on the side of caution, called the front desk to extend my stay, which thankfully they were able to, switched flights, rearranged things in Australia, etc.. Hotel was wonderful, offering to get a doctor for me, comping meals, and drinks. 

I popped my pills, dropped the robe, crawled into bed with a few moans and groans and hoped for the best. 

Come morning, I find I can’t even maneuver myself out of the bed. Ugh! I have no choice but to call the “butler” to ask for help. He knocks, I say come in, using the pass key he enters and what a surprise! Not the slightly built Asian gent - but a tall, younger, well muscled feast for the eyes. Oh my. He introduced himself as “Harry”, and reading my face said he was taking over for the other gent. He had a lovely voice, deep and with that particular accent one finds in Singapore - a kind of Asian-English accent - thick glossy hair, deep brown eyes, and his musculature was very evident thru the short sleeved uniform shirt/jacket he wore. To give a visual, think of the actor Jason Wong, but with a thick muscular build.

Now mind you, I’m naked under a sheet in bed, and I let him know due to my back, I needed help getting out. He flashed a dazzling smile “no problem”, strides over and is leaning on one knee on the bed over me, trying to maneuver me. I’m trying to hold on to the sheet to preserve some dignity, Harry noticed and said “don’t worry about that, it’s fine”. He gets me up, I realise he’s about 6’ maybe 6’1”, thank him, ask for the robe, and say I’m good now. I start to walk, really shuffle with a few grunts towards the bathroom, and Harry offers “don’t be silly, you need help” and proceeds to wrap his left arm around my upper back, taking my right hand in his right hand and slowly guides me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, just go, I have you” I’m sure I turned 20 shades of red, but go I did as my hunky Singaporean “butler” held me up. Done, he stayed at my side as I washed my hands, brushed my teeth.

He suggested a shower to help my muscles relax, and without really waiting was ushering me to the walk in, adjusting the temps, and taking off my robe. At some point he removed his uniform top, so I’m being manhandled by this shirtless muscular younger guy into the shower. Harry tells to just brace myself against the wall, and he takes the handheld attachment, adjusts it to the pulse and directs it at my back. I will say it felt amazing, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself. He readjusted to regular shower and used that all over my body, front, back, top to bottom, reaching in to manoeuvre me as needed. All the while smiling saying “you’re doing well, just a few more minutes to make you feel fresh”. Well, ok. 

Shower done, I ask for a towel, but no, he towels me off. I try to protest, but he just smiles and tells me I’m clearly unable. Needless to say, this close contact started to have a effect. I just thought of anything to keep me down. I was obviously “plumped” but not fully “up”. Small mercies.

Harry walks me naked into the sitting room, gently lowers me onto a towel on the sofa, and goes into the bedroom to redress the bed, then comes to get me, asking if I wanted to wear anything, I’m struggling to keep “down”, so to end this I just said no, and he said “good, naked is better when you’re feeling poorly” with that smile again. 

He gets me in bed, propped up on a bunch of pillows, on his knees on the bed with me, arranging me. I’m both mortified, and incredibly turned on. He’s finally satisfied with how I’m situated, goes to the bathroom, comes out carrying his uniform top asking what else I need - OMG! When did my life turn into a porn film I’m thinking lol
I ask for my pills, he drops his top, goes and gets my pills, and says “these say to take with food, so tell me what you want to eat first, and I’ll give it to you”. Another OMG moment. Mind you he’s still walking around topless, and despite my pain, I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts about Harry. I give him my order, he passes me the remote and phone, then kind of braces an arm against the headboard, leans over me to ask if I’ll be ok while he’s gone. As I’m admiring his muscles, I assure him I will be fine, thank him for all his attentiveness. He smiles, puts on his top, and says “it’s all part of the service”. 

He goes, I’m like “WTF just happened????”
Harry came back with the breakfast, nothing else happened then. He continued to check on me thru the day, helped me out of bed a few more times as needed. He’d even stay and chat a bit. Came to find he was getting his advanced degree, while working at the hotel, he asked about NYC, I asked about his life, etc.. A very nice, charming, and to my eyes, a hot young man. I’m now at this point convinced the back pain, wishful thinking, and my own mortification at the situation that morning totally coloured my interpretation of what was said, what happened. Ah well. Still some nice eye candy! 

These “butlers” normally go off duty at 7 or 8PM. He brought my dinner, I again thanked him for all his help, and wished him a good night. He smiled and said “good night? the manager said you were in a bad way, so he has me staying at the hotel tonight to be on call for you” Oh ok. Another visit or two, then lights out for me. 

Next day, I was feeling better, and was more ambulatory, but he insisted on helping me, so my morning ablutions were a repeat of the previous day’s.  He gets me back to bed, commenting on how I’m moving better, and says a massage would help. I thought he was right, asked who was available at the hotel, he just smiled raised his hands wiggling his fingers “you’re in luck, Harry’s magic fingers are all yours!” Oh my! He left, saying he’d be back with his supplies. 

Harry returns, moves me off the bed, says the bed will be fine as I wouldn’t be able to climb on the table yet. Gets a big bath sheet on the bed, helps me back on, face down. He takes his top off as I expected, then starts on his pants, he smiles, stops taking them off, says “is it okay I just don’t want to get any of oils or lotions on them” Carry on, Harry.

So picture it, me naked face down on the bed, hugging some pillows, this big muscular Singaporean now down to a tight, and a very well filled out pair of short black boxer briefs is basically straddling me. I will say, he knew what he was doing, and I told him so. He offered, at one point he thought of going into physical therapy, so he had training. I was fully “up” by the time he rolled me over, but he passed no comment. 

I pretty much ate, slept, watched TV, had visits from Harry the rest of the day. He said he was off duty that night, but front desk knows I may need help, so call if I do. I thanked him again, told I’m I’ll see you tomorrow, and to enjoy his night. He replied don’t worry, I’ll come see you before I go. I thought nothing, just thought he was being kind. 

Another attendant came to take away my dinner things, asked if I needed anything, and to call the front desk if I do. About an hour later there’s a knock, I call for them to come in, as I’m making my way from the bathroom to the sitting room, and it’s Harry - now in his “off duty” gear. Wow! Tight white tee shirt and trackie bottoms, with a gym bag over his shoulder. He looked delicious! 

He guided me back to bed, commenting on how much better I seemed to be doing. Without asking, and with no protest from me, he slid off my robe, and guided more than helped me into bed.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, kind of facing me, legs spread - of course I looked and I would have bet my last dollar Harry was going commando. He said he was glad I was doing better, I joked that it was all due to his attentions the last 36 hours, and his magic fingers. He blushed a bit, said he was glad he was able to help. Then offered another massage. I said it wasn’t necessary, he was off duty, it was kind enough he stopped by to check on me, and I didn’t want to keep him from his plans. He came back with he had no plans, and if the first one helped, another might have me feeling better too. Lost in his eyes, how could I refuse? 

He guided me off the bed as he set everything up, I “assumed the position”, with head turned to observe him strip. Topless, he started taking his trackies off, then stopped and said “I’m not wearing pants - is it ok?” I’ll admit I was already thinking about what filled out his boxer briefs, so I joked since he’d seen all of me, it’s only fair he return the favour. He laughed, said thanks for being so cool, and off came the trackies. I think I may have gasped lol Very nicely proportioned. Thick, darker complected, uncut, nice dark balls, and all crowned with beautiful bush.

“Well, here we go!” I thought. Both naked, on the bed, he’s giving me another wonderful massage, enhanced by the fact he’s naked, and I’m feeling “him”. Of course I’m reacting, and thankful I’m on my stomach, but I am storing all images in my mind, enjoying every minute, every touch. 

This could have ended here, and it would have been one of the hottest romps with hotel staff. But Harry, as I found out later, had different ideas, and a very definite plan.

After 30 minutes working on my back, going much lower than the first time I might add, his magic fingers working my glutes, Harry totally throws me for a loop when he says, “I didn’t do your front this morning, roll over so I can do it now”. What?!? I am naked, fully erect in bed in a hotel with the hotel “butler” also naked straddling me, asking me to roll over??? I stammered, spluttered, don’t think I said anything intelligible, he leans over me bends close to my ear, I swear I felt his hard nipples on my back, and says “it’s ok bapa, me too, don’t be shy, let me see” as I felt his erection on me.

Oh God! I guess this is happening I thought, I exhaled, and I rolled over. Harry saw me, I saw Harry, and we were off!

Even with my lingering back pain, we were able to fuck, him topping, twice. He joked after the second time, “you can move better now, that first orgasm released endorphins to help you”. Indeed all thanks to you, Harry. 

I was in Singapore 2 more days, and both days Harry continued his ministrations to both of our mutual pleasure. I was smiling the entire 8 hour flight to Sydney. 

We did stay in touch - he was able to arrange his schedule to be my “butler” when I was in Singapore, and with no back problems on subsequent trips, we were able to leave the hotel, as well be a bit more adventurous in the hotel bed, and his own bed. 

Harry finished graduate school, and wound up relocating to London about 2 or so years later. I have seen him a number of times on trips there. He is now married a lovely Scottish guy - it was a bit jarring meeting the husband the first time, as we both remarked how similar we are in looks, build - clearly Harry has a type! Both have also made clear I’m Harry’s “free pass”. I was not going to argue with that!  

Harry turns 40 this year, and I’ll be in London for the party, and he’s planning a long weekend in NYC with me to celebrate some more. 

I thought after, and still on occasion ponder, if I had taken the car back to the hotel, if it hadn’t rained, if I stayed on the footpath, if I hadn’t fell, etc., I never would have met Harry, never would have had what is arguably my best time in Singapore, and wouldn’t have a great friendship with him to this day. 

TL;DR - businessman falls in Singapore, muscular Singaporean hotel staff massages him, fucks him, and they maintain friendship to this day. 

Again, apologies for the length! Hope you gents enjoy 😀
BBD 

Unfortunately I started prone masturbation when I was quite young (6 years old) lying on my stomach with my soft penis pointed down and rubbing the top of my cock to completion - this was intensely powerful and it kept being my mode of masturbation until someone finally explained the facts of life and I realized I was doing it wrong (around age 16.) It took me another eight years (years filled with backsliding due to an overwhelming libido) to even approximate a normal ejaculation with an erect penis... and the manipulation effort was enormous and totally unfulfilling - when ejaculation finally came I actually felt nothing.  I moved to Los Angeles in my twenties and found a gay mecca that welcomed me with open arms (I was handsome and muscular and intelligent) only to reject me time and time again when my performance abilities failed. And I didn't blame them.  If someone had only told me the facts about masturbation and sexuality when I was younger it might have made a difference.  I'll never know.  I'm in my late 70s, I've had a successful career, and many friends who care for me.  I consider my life a success.  But I've never known sexual pleasure.  I've worked with doctors and therapists and every type of sex toy you can imagine.  Sometimes the universe just says no!

I get it. We all need touch. We all get that itch. He says he keeps his table super clean. We are both going to wear a mask. The economy needs to keep moving, etc., etc., etc.
 
And that's all fine and well, except things are getting worse. Period. This isn't speculation, or mind control, or the government trying to take away your rights. This is life or DEATH. There's a new more contagious version of COVID-19 in the UK and now the US. In the Los Angeles area 1 in 5 people tested is showing to be infected. This is an huge increase from before the holidays.
 
Ambulances are no longer transporting people in cardiac arrest if they cannot revive you on site you get left behind. There's no capacity for people hurt in car accidents or with other health emergencies. https://www.cnn.com/2021/01/05/us/los-angeles-county-california-human-disaster-covid/index.html
 
So, yes... come here and share stories and tips, make your wish list for when things are more stable, ask about your favorite eye candy, but think twice 365,620 times before you book a massage. (That's the US death toll as of this posting.)
 
And here's the thing; I know some of you are going to lambast me, and try your straw man arguments, report this post and try to have it taken down, but I really don't care. Somebody has to say this. We need to stop this thing. It starts with each of us acting responsibly.
 
Need info on how to keep yourself safe? https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/prevent-getting-sick/prevention.html
 
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Father: "A belch is but a gust of wind that cometh from the heart, but when it takes a downward course, it becomes ... something else!"

"That sounds pretty half-assed to me!"
"oof-da!"
"You can take that to the store and buy it!"
"You're high as a kite"

"That sounds pretty half-assed to me!"
"oof-da!"
"You can take that to the store and buy it!"
"You're high as a kite"

Gosh, Rod. This is so awful. I wish I could give you a big hug.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Baldwin! You just keep getting better!!

If you are ever in the Miami area, try this Caleb, who also wrestles for Thunders Arena as scrappy. He's straight (I think). He does meet-ups for muscle worship and wrestling, including submission holds. A really nice guy too. Unless you don't want him to be.
 
https://www.thebestflex.com/profile/Caleb

This thread is one of the more ridiculously entertaining things I've read here in awhile.
 
Well-done guys

As he says in his text, his sessions are 90 minutes... so $150 for a 90 minute session is pretty good.

I agree with the above... I never reply with a thank-you for the thank-you note... Life is just too short. On the other hand I bet he'd be up for seeing you again... so reach out!

Sorry, Fresh Fluff, to hear you're going through so much pain. I've spent most of my adult life in physical therapy -- I'm religious with it! -- and it has taught me the recuperative powers of the human body. Of course nothing is ever going to be perfect... but I've learned to redefine pain in very beneficial ways. A year ago I fell and herniated a lower disc and I thought this time it was the end -- the pain was unbelievable -- and yet with small increments of movements and working with a great physical therapist ('great' is the one who works for you... they're all different!) it's now 9 months later and progress has been made. I'm in my late 60s and I know that it would have been quicker had I been younger... but 2nd, 3rd and 4rth opinions are good... and a great physical therapist is the best. I'll keep you in my thoughts!!!

i really like what @hypothetically had to say. i would add that you might want to let your guy know that it's ok if this part of the session takes a fair amount (or most or all) of the time. i don't know for sure, but i wonder if some of the guys don't go full throttle with it because they think it's just one thing you want for a minute, then move on to the other things. it's also ok to say things like "i don't need to be kissed much" or "we don't need to do anyting sexual like such-and-such" if that helps you communicate your preferences.

There have also been a couple of escorts in the past few years where this request has been wonderfully fulfilled -- unfortunately they're both in California and it's been years since I've made the trip out there. They remain wonderful memories!

Thanks for posting that article. And now for the opposing point of view. (Oops. I see @Kenny beat me to it while I was typing my diatribe.)
 
I wasn't too happy that Green Book won, either. Although I did really enjoy the film. I didn't think it was Best Picture of the year. Or anywhere close. I guess the positive thing to say about it is that it's better than Driving Miss Daisy.
 
Seeing that video of Spike Lee in the article above was a nice way to put a cap on it for me. I'm not sure I'd agree with him that he was being gracious. It's more like he was being just gracious enough.
 
One of my favorite moments in the awards was when Samuel Jackson read his name, and Lee jumped up in Jackson's arms. I didn't know til I read that interview above that they were college buddies. It was definitely a moment when somebody who deserved recognition got it. As Spike Lee said, in Do The Right Thing he talked about gentrification and global warming. We're still talking about that. Who's talking about Driving Miss Daisy?
 
The other thing in that presser that I liked is that Lee credited #OscarsSoWhite and the former Academy head, who opened up the Academy "to look like the rest of the world." As he noted, three Black women won Oscars.
 
It's also a good thing that Spike Lee is behind the camera, rather than in front of it. The negative thing I'll say about him is that his speech was almost incomprehensible. It obviously was the only really overtly political statement of the night. I'm fine with that. But it's an awards ceremony about acting, for Christ's sake. He should have had Jackson read his speech and add the word "fuck" a lot!
 
I thought we beat all the controversies with Green Book to death earlier in this thread, but I just learned in the last few days there are two more. There's the Director, Farrelly, flashing his penis decades ago. And the writer, Tony Lip's son, endorsed the fact-free claim about Muslims cheering on 9/11, until he was challenged and then deleted the tweet and apologized. Green Book somehow managed to embody every offensive hot spot of 2019, from gross male sexual behavior to white saviors to Muslim bashing. Woo hoo!
 
None of this is new, of course. There's a long tradition in Hollywood of forgiving people like Casey Affleck and Mel Gibson and lots of others, as long as they don't go too far over the line, and as long as they apologize. In fact, the Kevin Hart controversy even threw that whole thing about apologizing for homophobia in, too.
 
All in all, I'd actually give Hollywood an A- and say it served its function pretty well this year: of entertaining us, and of being an informal arbiter of cultural norms. This actually is a time of huge cultural conflict. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that the conflict seeped into the movies, and the Academy. I'm glad they didn't let a Black guy who wouldn't offer a sincere apology for lots of homophobic slurs host the show.
 
And I can actually make a good argument for why Green Book SHOULD have won. Part of the role of Hollywood, I think, is to smooth things out and bring our culture together. And the driving analogy actually fits pretty well into how they do that. There's the part about looking into the rear view mirror, and smoothing things out as they pass behind you. And there's the part about looking out of the front mirror, and seeing what is right ahead of you.
 
Green Book, like Driving Miss Daisy, was mostly a rear view mirror movie. Those movies are easier to make. And they are unifying. Recall that at the Golden Globes, it won as Best Comedy, not Best Drama. Part of the point was to turn it into something we could all look back and even laugh at. We can all agree NOW, in 2019, that the kind of virulent racism practiced in the South in Dr. Shirley's days was bad. Woo hoo!
 
The "tell" that Green Book was probably going to win was having Rep. John Lewis introduce the film. I actually thought that was extremely gracious. It did speak to what is right and wrong about the film. People who would never agree with Rep. Lewis's political agenda in 2019 at least now agree that people like him shouldn't have their heads beaten in by White Supremacist cops. There's a form of progress in that.
 
Black KKKlansman was partly a rear view mirror movie, too. Except the difference was that Spike Lee intentionally tied it very clearly to what is happening right now, and where we are headed. Barry Jenkins did the same thing with If Beale Street Could Talk. So Lee and Jenkins and Jordan Peale are mostly interested in looking out the front mirror, and talking about the challenges ahead of us. Spike Lee made that explicit in his sort of incomprehensible speech. Of course that's going to stir up way more controversy.
 
So I feel like Spike Lee. I'd rather have a film that's looking out of the front window win. But I understand why the rear view mirror movie won. I enjoyed it, and I can be gracious enough about it. Following on what I said above, if the range in the Oscars now is from movies like Green Book being the backward looking ones to movies like If Beale Street Could Talk and Black KKKlansman and Get Out and Moonlight being the forward and edgy one, that's not a bad place to be.
 
As Spike Lee noted, in 1990 he wasn't even nominated for Best Director. This year he was nominated. He lost to a Director making a film in Spanish about growing up in Mexico. And he won for writing a brilliant script. That's not a bad night for Spike.
 
Actually, I was hoping Black Panther would win Best Picture. It wasn't really the Best Picture of the year, either. But it avoided all the overtly political controversies of some of the other films. It was a huge blockbuster, and it broke huge new ground in being a Black-driven blockbuster that unified and entertained everyone. Giving it the Best Picture Oscar would have been a fitting symbol, because as a society I actually do feel that's something about where we are right now that we can all feel good about.

The letters to the editor after the LA Times article are great to read. Love debate!

I enjoyed wrestling when I was younger. I was on the wrestling squad in high school. We did not have a team so the squad did intramural wrestling. I remember trying not to get an erection during the matches but I always got one and I felt quite embarrassed by it. Later, I had a friend in medical school and we did a bunch of athletic activities and wrestling was one of them.
I would usually choose to wrestle when it was my turn to decide the activity. He would usually select jogging or hiking.
Much later, when I started to hire escorts, I would sometimes wrestle with one escort who is now doing MMA professionally. I had a distinct size advantage but he has a massive skill advantage so he would always win, but I felt when he won, I won too. lol

"Hey, you can help me out with that. Send my money in your name back home to my account in Colombia."
I cocked my head as I put down the drink he'd bought me.
 
Just a couple of days ago I'd had a nice session with him. He was sweet and a bit talkative. But something was a little off. During our post-coitus (excuse my verbiage) conversation I wondered a couple of times "Did he just call me ugly?". Which, obviously he didn't, he wouldn't, of course...
The sex itself, while nice, almost felt like a broadway show production: entertaining but vapid and rehearsed.
But then he invited me to spend time off the clock on Saturday and go to a big gay party together. One of the biggest in Belgium (almost 8000 attendies). And I agreed because I was really attracted to him and I thought it would be nice to spend some more time with him.
 
"You can drive me to my dealer!"
Saturday night had come 'round and I was in Brussels by car. A slight frown formed on my face. Why had he invited me exactly?
Since driving into the city center of Brussels requires nerve, skill and steel resolve in such amounts that I lack, I declined. He got annoyed with me but I did show him where the meetup spot was in Brussels and walked with him there and back.
 
"Oooh, I'm gonna get so high for the party, you take care of me okay?"
I sat on the bed in his hotel room. Taking note that he was not sitting next to me, but all the way on the other side of the room in the only chair available.
And then something started dawning on me: he just wants a chaperone. He has no other interest in me.
While this realization set in I could hear the water spurts from him douching in the bathroom, ready to get fucked by any other guy besides me. I felt like my self-respect was going down the drain along with his poop-water.
I did promise to drive him to the party. I did promise to go together. But... Did I really want to spend hours watching him working the room while I... Just felt left out?
I didn't.
I hadn't made any plans with my friends but I knew some of them were gonna be at the party so I texted them.
When the guy came out of the bathroom I told him: "I'm sorry I misunderstood. I thought you invited me for other reasons. So I'll still drive you to the party like I promised but once there I'm meeting up with my friends."
The room went freezing cold.
"Oh, well, I'm still gonna do my hair so you can leave now." His voice could cut steel. And that was that, suddenly I had turned invisible. He didn't even acknowledge I was there and was completely unresponsive as I said "Bye, have fun!" as I left the room.
 
I thought about going home but I decided to go to the party anyway and have a blast. We do create our own experiences, after all. I met up with my friends and had a load of fun.
 
That was quite... the experience. The guy was a player. As long as he got what he wanted he was sweet as vanilla ice cream but if you denied a request fire would flash across his eyes.
I'm happy I spoke up. I have been in situations like this before where I said nothing and allowed myself to be run over completely. Well, seems like experience is finally teaching me something.

Try "For A Lost Soldier" -- very interesting film about Canadian troup's liberation of the Netherlands after WW2 and a young boy's infatuation with a handsome soldier.

Isaac Asimov - the Foundation "Trilogy" - all 7 books
 
Can't believe it was never made into a Worthy movie - the ones that were done don't do it justice