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“Your money’s on the table, buddy, next to your pants.”

Every time I visit CoM I usually learn something new. Today I learned that I’m not alone having been shafted after paying a deposit. I paid two hundred. And I always thought I was smarter than that. (Apparently not.) So … it happens. And it sucks. And you learn from it and move on. My condolences to everyone it has happened to and my gratitude to everyone who told their stories here.

Hey jeezifonly - thank you. I needed to read that tonight.

I have no problem if a provider asks for a pic; my pics are on RM so they are already “out there” and that was the right decision for me. I often meet providers in hotel lobbies (especially the first time) and my pic helps them find me. Everyone - provider and client alike - gets to set their own rules, policies and protocols.

Yes! Thank you!

As much as I want to shout, “NO! NO! You’re wrong! It can still work!”, I have to admit that you’re probably right. And I respect you for saying it. And I hate the fact that I am such a bitter cynic.

I seem to recall that Christine Baranski starred as “Mame” in a short-lived revival that played at Kennedy Center in DC. (Or maybe Lincoln Center in NYC.) Or perhaps it was simply a “special performance” or a 1-time staging in advance of a possible revival. I can see the blurb from a newspaper or magazine in my head. I may be wrong and I want to say there was a video of the opening number on YouTube at one time. Someone here might know what I’m referring to. Or did I imagine it? Lord knows I used to drink a lot.

After reading through this entire topic I have to take a moment and be grateful. “Grateful” because my interactions with providers have been relatively tame or downright ordinary compared to a lot of what I’ve read here. Oh sure, there’s been the occasional oddball and 1 or 2 (or 3) truly disappointing sessions. But, overall, I’ve been pretty lucky. It’s said that God looks out for fools, drunks and children, which makes me doubly blessed.

Real Estate Broker here. In Albuquerque we’re using the term “primary bedroom” or “primary suite”. HUD got on us a number of years ago to stop using the term “master suite” but it’s been just recently that we have been seriously encouraged to change our phrasing. I’ve not experienced any pushback about the term “man cave”; many women tell me that they want a “man cave” for their husbands or boyfriends. Bearing on the subject, yes, there is a lot of male eye candy on the various home improvement shows.

“The Little Dog Laughed” at the Desert Rose Theater in Palm Desert/Palm Springs. “Love! Valour! Compassion!” at The Vortex in Albuquerque. Not sure if it counts but “Cat On A Hot Tin Roof” on PBS’s “American Playhouse” with Jessica Lange and Tommy Lee Jones (back in the 80’s) as well as the (somewhat) recent London version with Sienna Miller, which I saw at the cinema.

I once secured the services of a provider at a Starbucks in Tempe so that cost me $5 (back then) for some fancy iced tea. After we had our fun (at a Courtyard by Marriott) I agreed to give him a ride and he asked if I would buy him In & Out. There's another $10. That was no problem and he was a nice man. In Dallas I once had a provider tell me that he didn't meet customers at the Hampton Inn (where I was staying), but I have always thought he was looking to get out of the appointment rather than having a genuine objection to my choice of accommodations. An hour later another provider said to me, "The Hampton Inn Market Center? No problem. That's easy for me to get to and easy to get in and out of. See you soon." We went at it hard during a thunderstorm and it was great. In Las Vegas I've learned that a lot of providers sometimes prefer the smaller off-strip properties as they can be easier to get to and easier to get into. It pretty much comes down to confidence and courtesy. From both parties. I hope that's all on-topic.

2012 ... and I still think about it ... shirtless hitchhiker on University Dr in Tempe ... on a hot Sunday morning ... walking west ... I had the balls to follow him into a convenience store (he had put the shirt back on), ask him if he needed a ride, told him to get a bottle of water or a soda or whatever, then told him to wait by my car "and lose the shirt". I walk out, he is indeed shirtless (lean, brown, sweaty, sexy) and he gratefully gets in my air conditioned car. Tells me his name is "Ricardo" but to call him "Dick". Oh, jeez. Ask him where he's going, tell him I'll give him a ride, and he makes it very clear that he wants to play. (Understand that I was then and am now a fat guy and hot lean young men do not usually want to play. Unless they were paid. Which I was prepared to do.) But I chicken out, wuss that I am, drop him where he asks, give him twenty bucks ... and I saw him last in my rearview mirror. stupid, Stupid, STUPID!

According to my favorite (now-retired) erotic massage provider, I was both a moaner and a grunter along with a "gasper", "gasping" particularly when he provided and I experienced something different or unusual. "Moaning" during the usual flow of the experience and then shifting to "grunting" when I reached a higher state of arousal. (This is all from my provider.) I miss that guy; he took my body to places it had never been.

And I agree with that 100%. I really don't want anything more, from therapeutic massage, than to relax. The major benefit, for me, is touch. I am a man who needs and wants to be touched by another man. (Nothing against women; one of my 5 best massages ever was from this tiny woman in Santa Fe. She was bleeping amazing.) Yes, yes, they do. As a fat man that "additional purpose" is not always available or offered to me, but it is nice when that is agreed upon and provided. That additional "release" adds to the overall relaxation.

no,no,no,no,no,no,NO! Leave it hairy!

I just visited LV in Feb after several years hiatus. Virgin was OK; the service was much better when it was Hard Rock. I like the Ruby Tower (formerly the HRH Tower) as it is easy to get in and out via the parking garage on Harmon. Maybe not "working boys" per se but I have encountered go-go dancers on occasion at Get Booked who were shopping for underwear. For the price of a coupla pairs of designer briefs I got a full-frontal fashion show. RM has been quite reliable for providers in LV and I feel relatively safe at the larger properties off-strip. But ... I, too, would enjoy an encounter while out and about. My efforts to coax some of the more attractive waiters back to my hotel has proven, no pun intended, fruitless.

THANK YOU!

MY GOD! JESUS (“what does the ‘H’ stand for?”) CHRIST!!

PREACH!

I do not like Realtors either. And yet, that is how I make my living. I’m not at all offended by your comment; I sometimes find them to be a turn-off as well.

That’s quite how I like MY morning coffee …

Compare and contrast …

This is kind of on topic ... this goes back to the 2008 financial crisis. At one discount grocery store (I forget which) generic Dr. Pepper is (or was) called "Dr. Best". My friend's son was complaining - "Dad! What is this crap?" (Kid was maybe 10?) Dad looks at his kid and says, "Son, the way the economy is going, the next time your mother and I go grocery shopping instead of 'Dr. Best' we'll be buying 'Dr. Sucks'. So drink up." The kid was not mollified but I busted a gut.

Although I didn’t care for it (the taste of cum) I found in my early 20’s if I swallowed I usually got my rent paid, lol. After that I didn’t regularly swallow until my 40’s - I had a boyfriend who loved him some fellatio and I swallowed to make him happy. By then I didn’t think it - cum in my mouth - was so awful. I learned, though, that I do love the feeling of a man’s cock exploding in my mouth. Today, it’s de rigueur for me to swallow, although, perhaps, not the first time or with a total stranger.

Thank makes perfect sense to me.