gallahadesquire

What career would that have been?

I had a meeting scheduled with an escort. He texted me about a half-hour ahead of time and said he wouldn't be in the room, but he left a key at the desk for me. Odd. Which ID do I use? His escort name? His real name? MY real name?

Let me get this straight: 1. There are two time zones in Florida? Which ones? (I never knew this, and I"m trying to BN/BR). 2. You were, first, an hour late, then three hours late, and you're upset because the client cancelled an hour and a half before the appointment? Frankly, I'm confused. Yes, it is sort of like going to the other barber.

If you hate Frank Lloyd Wright, and want to reconsider, come to Chicago for the Robie house, and to Oak Park to see his Home and Studio, and many of his works (ca. 1900). I was fortunate enough to grow up about three blocks from this "monstrosity", so I'm a tad biased:

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I thought I was the only one with this meme. Usually, a sock and a sock then a shoe and a shoe, but if I'm feeling particularly arthritic, it will be a sock and a shoe THEN a sock and a shoe, as I only have to abduct my hip and flex the knee once on each side.

Regarding, like, the original post: Time flies like an arrow. I get three meanings from this: Time advances swiftly, as does an arrow. "Time flies," [sp. Musca Domestica Tempusfugita] have affection for an arrow. The imperative "[You] time flies as an arrow [would time flies]."

"Interesting." I get it a lot. Its meaning is somewhere between "oh, god, please let this end," and "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My Mentor hadn't seen The Big Bang Theory. I told him about it, and now he calls me Sheldon. Sigh.

Pizza? I like pepperoni.

The Mind of The Little Head leads us in strange ways, when it takes control.

When he's in the US, text him. You're much more likely to get a response. He basically doesn't do email.

After a post in another part of the forum, I got onto a Jacques Tati mode. This is a sample of his humour ... makes ya kinda think of Marie Dressler.

I thought you meant Trafic, the comedy by Jacques Tati.

ROFLMAO! I’m from Chicago and eat hod dogs with KETCHUP!,

I live in Central Massachusetts. Sharing is impossible. In fact, in most ifBew England, you can't survive without a car.

My parents lived in Elhurst, ok about five miles from Oak Brook. In2007, it was an hour and 50 minutes to go from The Lakefront to Elhurst … 15 miles

As a friend of mine once said: "Guys in Chicago wear their muscles like feather boas."

One of the best cars I ever drove was a Ford Mondero in the UK. It was about the size of a Taurus, but was comfortable and all sorts of other lovely things. I've never owned an American car: Volvo / VW / Toyota /Honda /SAAB / Mazda / Toyota / Toyota / Toyota. But I'm punting Japanese now, as I absolutely despise the styling of the current Lexus Rx. I'm switching to an Audi Q7, and hoping I won't regret the decision.

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My step-brother has a license: NOPCME "No Pee, See Me" He's a nephrologist.

Lemme see: My paternal heritage (since 1601) is: Allen Allen Timothy Joseph Joseph Joseph William Henry (seventh son of a seventh son) Ernest Sanford My aunt tells me "They didn't come to America to do good. They came to make a buck!" There's a hill in Boston ... well, it's got a monument ... and it's for the Battle of Bunker hill, but that's not where the battle was fought. Damn, I'm too Yanqui for my own good.

Mostly playing Devil's Advocate: I'd rather hear "I don't think we're a match," than have someone accept the appointment and then turn out to be a dud. Legally, we have no leg to stand on (can't really form a contract, now, can we?). I agree in principle to what this poster is saying. I'll stick with my good buddy, who has proven himself to be a friend as well as hot as hell in the sack. Yes, I pay for the privilege, but if I had a wife, it would cost me more.

The head of Orthopedic Trauma at a local hospital (also did my hip fracture) (also a med school classmate) wears a button on his white coat: Donorcycle Wear your helmets, gentlemen, and sign your organ donor cards.

I knew someone in college ... 6'4", crew jock type (I think, he had the build), stunningly handsome. This was 1972 or so, so "mixers" were new. There was a gay mixer at MIT. If someone were stupid enough to go to George [not his real name] and say, "Oh, that dude is so hot!" he'd take you by the hand, walk you over, and say to the dude, "Hi, I'm George. My friend John [not my real name] thinks you're really hot!" and walk away. He eventually became a Jesuit priest.

A friend of mine introduced himself once with: "Pardon me, are you of Ukrainian descent?" He had a Ukrainian fraternity brother, you see ...