Just Sayin

oh my!

hopefully this is a better link: https://rentmasseur.com/SD_One

besides the Des Moines Art Center with buildings by Eliel Saarinen, I.M. Pei and Richard Meier, I had classes my freshman year at Drake in Meredith Hall designed by Mies van der Rohe; it would be fun to just walk around the Drake campus too.

Tyler Blake? (I hope so!)

I note that Margareta Magnusson died on March 12; she is the author of "The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning" written in 2017; it is one of the few books that I have read twice; she recommended that you sort out photographs last and that you get rid of all but one of your dildos!

Robbie Graham-Kuntz, who played Kip in Heated Rivalry

I saw him years ago; it was not a satisfactory experience; the worst part was he kept on texting me to re-schedule; I finally had to block his number.

don't be so hard on yourself! it happens to many of us!

who is he? do you have a link? thanks

thanks, Whitman; I always thought John Oates was hot, and I had a Pontiac Fiero in the late 80s!

Daryl Hall and John Oats on a modified Pontiac Fiero?

I actually ordered this one from Australia!

any new news about him?

Inspired by @7829V 's reporting, I thought I would share my experience at Mr. TJ's Only Boys Spa in Zona Centro yesterday; it was a delightful way to spend a part of the day. I took the San Diego Trolley to the end of the line at San Ysidro, walked across the border and took an Uber to the Zona Centro location. I had made an appointment for 11 AM, but arrived maybe 25 minutes earlier than that; the entry was was shuttered but in several minutes a young man arrived to open the spa for the day. When he had done so, I told him I had requested a Turkish bath and a 60-minute massage; I'm not certain if he was aware of that, but it was fine with him, and I paid 2,000 pesos ($113) with my credit card. The young man, Yahir, guided me to the massage room to change for the Turkish bath; he gave me a towel to wrap around my waist and a pair of sandals; that bath itself was luxurious; water, soap, scrubbing, repeat. After a shower, we went back to the massage room; where Yahir, now nude, gave me what I thought was a good therapeutic massage with wonderful erotic touches (I couldn't help but grin at the time and I am grinning now as I write this!). The session did turn into a deli experience; Yahir was so sweet that I wanted to adopt him and bring him home! I had planned on tipping him $40, but I was so happy with the session that I gave him $60; he gave me a big smile. Yahir, who I later learned was 25, had better skills in English than I had in Spanish, but that did not detract from my session in the least. After lunch at Caesar's Restaurante on Av. Revolucion, I walked around a bit with my camera and, since I was dreading Friday afternoon lines going back to San Diego, I walked back to the port of entry, paid $20 for a bus to take me across the border, went through customs and took the trolley back to San Diego. Yahir and I were alone the whole time, and that was fine; the place, as indicated above, is not fancy, but it is clean and I felt comfortable the whole time. I'd encourage those of you who are interested in an adventure to consider this if you are visiting San Diego. (I am still grinning!)

why do I keep thinking "Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb"?