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I definitely get that. I've found that difficult to find in Toronto.

I kinda prefer a bit nasty to sweet tbh 🤣

Had wonderful experience with 
Mr_DonJuan

Hairy without crossing the missing link line.  😆 Great stamina.  Had excellent time .

I'd recommend https://rent.men/DiegoLucca_XL  but he appears to have decamped to Montreal - hopefully temporary. Check when you are here, you never know (World cup and all).

One of the sweetest guys you are ever likely to meet ... and incredibly handsome. However, safe only.

One of the sweetest guys you are ever likely to meet ... and incredibly handsome. However, safe only.

You can’t go wrong with Rami.

That, of course, is the big issue. I've paid the going rate and more than the going rate for a few fairly elite porn stars and been disappointed. Just going through the motions.

I think it all goes back to my theory that men are like ducklings and imprint on what they jerked off to at 14.  Some expand their tastes. But most don't. 

That, of course, is the big issue. I've paid the going rate and more than the going rate for a few fairly elite porn stars and been disappointed. Just going through the motions.

Anyone know anything about this guy?

https://rent.men/DiegoLucca_XL

Anyone know anything about this guy?

https://rent.men/DiegoLucca_XL

I have met him 3 times when he visits SF.  Super vers, great kisser, very professional and great thick uncut dick.  You can't go wrong.  : )

Sarcasm aside, after decades of conditioning, I'm fine with visual representations of heterosexuals having sex. It basically just washes over me. I can even enjoy heterosexual romance in movies. But in writing ... that for me is a total turn off. I just find it impossible to read.

While I agree the the current review system is silly, it is what it is and the fact is that any overall rating other than 5.0 is seen as deficient.
This morning I was confronted with this 4-star review:

"xxxx was absolutely amazing. He pleased me more than I thought possible. A beautiful man with the tools to really satisfy."

which brought the providers accumulated rating down from a 5.0 to a 4.8 and left me none the wiser as to why.
Unless you can clearly articulate the non-trivial reason for not giving the provider 5.0 I suggest that you just don't bother.

"Client refused to send minimal deposit and insisted I pay for my own airfare to go to appointment 🫠"
You don't have to be afraid, just simply be aware of the impact, and ask yourself "will the impact justify this action?"  Some interactions deserve to have poor reviews. In this business a 4 star review is a poor review. 
I am sensing there may be a generational gap here, so let me illustrate more the impact - keeping in the forefront of your mind I have never said 'don't leave bad reviews when warranted'. A online review is modern day version to writing down a notice and sticking it up on a restaurants door for EVERY customer to see before they enter, for the next 5 years (Or maybe a better analogy is placing a stone plaque on the entrance - since they stay there forever.) It is not like a letter to the editor in a newspaper only read by people that week, or chatting with friends about whether you think they would like the movie or not.
It is published FOREVER. Superglued to that provider for eternity like a scarlet letter. Would you feel comfortable posting a note like that to warn people? If yes - write the 4 star review. If no, then don't. 
If a server forgot to add  ketchup in your to go bag with fries, you wouldn't feel like posting the note (I would hope). If the server overcharged your card hundreds of $$$ and then refused to give you a refund, you would leave that note. If the server didn't put ice in your water, you wouldn't feel like posting one, but if they served you a drink in a unwashed glass with cockroaches in it - you would and rightly so. 
It is not an insult, it just has a disproportionate impact than it should. ( Well, actually now I think about it more - you are correct it is an insult, because of the impact.  Maybe that IS a good way to view it. If you want to insult your provider - leave 4 stars. If you don't, don't.)
You are correct that reviews on RM is not a great system. An imperfect system, but it is all we have to work with. For legal reasons the text written on the reviews are only visible to people who are aware that they can do so by using a VPN. All people see is 'this person left me unhappy/unsatisfied', and the inference is 'you will be unhappy too'. 
I guess the other question to ask yourself is - would I hire someone with 4 star review? If you wouldn't, think of that before you leave one. And if you would - just be aware that despite it not bothering you - it will turn many people off from hiring that person again, they will never be able to recover that 5 star rating even if they see 100 more 5 star appointments. If you think that is deserved, by all means go for it. 
If you take this comment as intended Have a nice 5 star day.  If you choose to be offended, have a 4 star one. 

Boomer here. I came out (to myself as well) in the early ‘80s when I was 24. I supposed timing and dumb luck were most critical for my survival. 
I met my life partner a few months after coming out. We had infrequent sex for the first year/ 18 months - then never again and never discussed. Weird, I know. We were together for 41 years. I was 25 and almost perpetually horny, so meaningless hookups became my outlet. I blamed circumstances for that but now that I know that I’m firmly on the spectrum, it makes perfect sense. Be that as it may, it was not the best time for that behaviour.
In ’89 we moved to LA (not the best place for that either). I became a frequent visitor to the Hollywood Spa on Ivar. By then I was good about using condoms. I still clearly remember, early summer ’92, I remember the room on the 2nd floor mezzanine, and I remember the quintessential early 20-something blond California jock. I found the condom inside me after he left. Shortly after I was treated for venerial warts and tested negative for HIV. In September I was laid up for two or three days with a really severe flu.
In ’94 we were applying for a mortgage on a house in Amsterdam. The mortgage required insurance which required a blood test. I tested positive (bank manager: “if we don’t include the closing costs then the mortgage is below the threshold requiring insurance, so we can just throw the test results away” - the Dutch are eminently pragmatic). AZT had just been declared not effective for long term treatment. So it was just a matter of time - or hope for better treatment. In 1996 HAART started in the Netherlands and I began on a whole slew of antivirals with all sorts of varying side-effects. Who knows what would have happened under a different country’s medical system or if I had been infected just a little earlier.
Now after 30 years I have a “blip.” No longer undetectable (123) and just about to be retested. So all these memories come back. Let’s hope it’s just a blip (to my knowledge there have been two Prep resistant infections so far - both in Toronto).

I think this is normal. Often you can tell a bad review is the fault of the customer. All good reviews are generally the same, but a bad review tells you if there is a real problem. Was he late? No big deal. Things happen if there is only one such complaint. Pictures not accurate? Was it an old review? Maybe problem was fixed if not mentioned recently. 
Reviews are one guy's opinion. I won't disregard a provider for one review.

@SirBillybob fascinating how we can both look at same provider and get a differing answer.  I couldn't understand how - but it appears the rent.men site is showing a more accurate number, whereas rentmen.eu is just showing the picture with 4.5 stars.  So i guess we are both right depending what version of the site you are using. 
On rentmen.eu a 4.8 does not get rounded up to 5 stars for Dylan,  but a 4.96 does go up to 5 stars (for tyler) and they both show as 4.5 star picture in rentmen.eu
This is all too much math for me right now, but I eat my words (with rent.men) Thanks for showing me this!

Yes, correct. They don't round it up. If you are able to find a provider with ONE 4 star review, and still have 5 star rating, please let me know so I can happily eat my words.  My understanding is they do not. 
EDIT  - I did some quick research - This provider for eg, has 85 reviews, all 5 star except ONE, which is 2 stars.   https://rentmen.eu/TylerxPeck/reviews/
So 85 reviews  x 5 stars = 420.  1 x review 2 stars = 2.  Total stars is 422. Divide Total stars by Total reviews  422 ÷ 85 = 4.96
So his score *should* be 5 stars, yet it shows as 4.5 still. 
EDIT (I am not tyler peck. I have never met tyler peck. I just picked the first person in NYC who has one bad review and still shows as not 5 star despite high number of reviews) 

How would it drop to 4.5 stars average overall? With 100+ existing ratings and a 5.00 average, one additional but lower rating (assuming 100 baseline ratings) of 4 stars would drop the average to 4.99 … 504/101 vs 505/101. Does the rating system round down by 0.5 increments even if well above the midpoint of two nonfractionated scores? I thought it would round up to 5 in this case. At greater than 100 ratings it’s conceivable that not all previous ratings were 5. I’ll have to look at patterns with other advertisers.
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Addendum: I see averages are in 0.1 to 1.0 increments beyond the rounded nonfractionated scores, so I think the 4.99 (or anything 4.95 or greater) would be 5, and an average score as low as 4.50 would require an average rating of between 4.45 and 4.54 at the hundredths level. 

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Boomer here. I came out (to myself as well) in the early ‘80s when I was 24. I supposed timing and dumb luck were most critical for my survival. 
I met my life partner a few months after coming out. We had infrequent sex for the first year/ 18 months - then never again and never discussed. Weird, I know. We were together for 41 years. I was 25 and almost perpetually horny, so meaningless hookups became my outlet. I blamed circumstances for that but now that I know that I’m firmly on the spectrum, it makes perfect sense. Be that as it may, it was not the best time for that behaviour.
In ’89 we moved to LA (not the best place for that either). I became a frequent visitor to the Hollywood Spa on Ivar. By then I was good about using condoms. I still clearly remember, early summer ’92, I remember the room on the 2nd floor mezzanine, and I remember the quintessential early 20-something blond California jock. I found the condom inside me after he left. Shortly after I was treated for venerial warts and tested negative for HIV. In September I was laid up for two or three days with a really severe flu.
In ’94 we were applying for a mortgage on a house in Amsterdam. The mortgage required insurance which required a blood test. I tested positive (bank manager: “if we don’t include the closing costs then the mortgage is below the threshold requiring insurance, so we can just throw the test results away” - the Dutch are eminently pragmatic). AZT had just been declared not effective for long term treatment. So it was just a matter of time - or hope for better treatment. In 1996 HAART started in the Netherlands and I began on a whole slew of antivirals with all sorts of varying side-effects. Who knows what would have happened under a different country’s medical system or if I had been infected just a little earlier.
Now after 30 years I have a “blip.” No longer undetectable (123) and just about to be retested. So all these memories come back. Let’s hope it’s just a blip (to my knowledge there have been two Prep resistant infections so far - both in Toronto).

Boomer here. I came out (to myself as well) in the early ‘80s when I was 24. I supposed timing and dumb luck were most critical for my survival. 
I met my life partner a few months after coming out. We had infrequent sex for the first year/ 18 months - then never again and never discussed. Weird, I know. We were together for 41 years. I was 25 and almost perpetually horny, so meaningless hookups became my outlet. I blamed circumstances for that but now that I know that I’m firmly on the spectrum, it makes perfect sense. Be that as it may, it was not the best time for that behaviour.
In ’89 we moved to LA (not the best place for that either). I became a frequent visitor to the Hollywood Spa on Ivar. By then I was good about using condoms. I still clearly remember, early summer ’92, I remember the room on the 2nd floor mezzanine, and I remember the quintessential early 20-something blond California jock. I found the condom inside me after he left. Shortly after I was treated for venerial warts and tested negative for HIV. In September I was laid up for two or three days with a really severe flu.
In ’94 we were applying for a mortgage on a house in Amsterdam. The mortgage required insurance which required a blood test. I tested positive (bank manager: “if we don’t include the closing costs then the mortgage is below the threshold requiring insurance, so we can just throw the test results away” - the Dutch are eminently pragmatic). AZT had just been declared not effective for long term treatment. So it was just a matter of time - or hope for better treatment. In 1996 HAART started in the Netherlands and I began on a whole slew of antivirals with all sorts of varying side-effects. Who knows what would have happened under a different country’s medical system or if I had been infected just a little earlier.
Now after 30 years I have a “blip.” No longer undetectable (123) and just about to be retested. So all these memories come back. Let’s hope it’s just a blip (to my knowledge there have been two Prep resistant infections so far - both in Toronto).

Boomer here. I came out (to myself as well) in the early ‘80s when I was 24. I supposed timing and dumb luck were most critical for my survival. 
I met my life partner a few months after coming out. We had infrequent sex for the first year/ 18 months - then never again and never discussed. Weird, I know. We were together for 41 years. I was 25 and almost perpetually horny, so meaningless hookups became my outlet. I blamed circumstances for that but now that I know that I’m firmly on the spectrum, it makes perfect sense. Be that as it may, it was not the best time for that behaviour.
In ’89 we moved to LA (not the best place for that either). I became a frequent visitor to the Hollywood Spa on Ivar. By then I was good about using condoms. I still clearly remember, early summer ’92, I remember the room on the 2nd floor mezzanine, and I remember the quintessential early 20-something blond California jock. I found the condom inside me after he left. Shortly after I was treated for venerial warts and tested negative for HIV. In September I was laid up for two or three days with a really severe flu.
In ’94 we were applying for a mortgage on a house in Amsterdam. The mortgage required insurance which required a blood test. I tested positive (bank manager: “if we don’t include the closing costs then the mortgage is below the threshold requiring insurance, so we can just throw the test results away” - the Dutch are eminently pragmatic). AZT had just been declared not effective for long term treatment. So it was just a matter of time - or hope for better treatment. In 1996 HAART started in the Netherlands and I began on a whole slew of antivirals with all sorts of varying side-effects. Who knows what would have happened under a different country’s medical system or if I had been infected just a little earlier.
Now after 30 years I have a “blip.” No longer undetectable (123) and just about to be retested. So all these memories come back. Let’s hope it’s just a blip (to my knowledge there have been two Prep resistant infections so far - both in Toronto).