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I bought some boots like that (probably not as heavy duty) for my dog after I got an inflatable pool for her to swim in. The one time I put them on her, she walked around like it was her first time in high heels.

I want. What was that thread where someone said they thought hairy chests on twinky guys just looked silly?

I love that it looks like a bottle of poppers. Frankly, thought, from the description it sounds like I'd hate it. I have bought cologne strictly on the basis of the model they were using in the ads; I forget what it was, but it was horrible. It reminded me of old lady hairspray. I think I gave it away to a guy I hired who liked it. Wish I could remember the name, it was a lovely hairy-chested model in the ads.

A friend told me about "Lucid Dreaming", I bought a book on it with the express intent of seeing if I could make myself have more erotic dreams. I never finished the book, no more so than I did "Meditation for Dummies".

Not mocking you at all. In all seriousness, there's not a lot I won't do for my dog. I've always been a dog person, but in the two years that I've been the person actually responsible for the dog (as opposed to a dog the family owned); wow, it's like some insane howler monkey ran through my brain and switched all the circuit breakers on. Youtube videos about dogs make me cry, dog rescue / shelter commercials are even worse. And changing topic completely, cheese fries sound wonderful.

I had no idea there was a new Tina Fey series, I just set it up (and the new Will & Grace) to record.

The kindergartener down the street loves dogs. She knew my dog's name well before she knew mine, and always greets her with a hug. Her mother told me that she wanted a dog party for her birthday this year, I'm not sure if it actually worked out that way. I'm thinking not because I'm *certain* we're her favorite dog, and we didn't get an invitation :-D

There are some dog-specific ice creams (FrostyPaws and SweetSpots are two I've bought). When I give a cup to my girl, I'd swear she's going to throw her hips out her tail is wagging so hard.

In the vein of early missed experiences: In my early 30's, I met a co-worker at a work outing (ok, the company bowling league) and thought he was hot - looked a bit like tom cruise (like he looked then, in the 80's). We became friends, and a couple what-I-think were missed chances....We hung out in his basement apartment one night, both wearing nothing but the lycra shorts popular for workout then. We laid on his bed and watched "Dangerous Liaisons". I was wondering, and tempted, but still way too much in the closet to initiate anything. Another time, we were part of a group renting a condo for a ski trip, and he & I would be the first ones there; he mentioned a couple of times looking forward to hot tubbing naked; which we did, but nothing happened. We were also the last ones there, but still, nothing happened. He'd mentioned being friends with the gymnastics team in college & working out with them, I had fantasies of what went on after the workouts.

I've seen John a couple times but after some bad experiences in Detroit (lots of guy cancelling/flaking on him), he doesn't come here any more. Sad.

This reminds me a bit of when my Dad discovered the internet, and email, and started (like so many do) forwarding emails about things that were easily disprovable. I sent him a few Snopes links debunking some of them, and he finally sent me a diatribe saying it was common knowledge that Snopes was sponsored by the ultra-liberal George Soros; a hoax that I'd swear Snopes addressed themselves on the site, although I can't find the link now.

Wow, this guy just pushes all my buttons. He reminds me a bit of Cliff Jensen. He's going on my list of googling weekly to see if he's taken up escorting.

First time was with a female friend, former co-worker, after I'd taken her to my new job's Christmas party. She was one of two women I've had sex with in my life. First time with a guy was a glory hole in a bookstore, he came in my mouth and I was freaked out about AIDS, I got tested the next week and made up a whole story about how it happened. First real interactive time with a man was with an escort, I'd spent a month working up my nerves and perusing the ads. The guy was very sweet, knowing it was my first time.

Which club is this, what city is it in?

A friend had a superbowl party where he'd invite/hire a handful of dancers from the strip club, and there always ended up being a back room at that party. More than masturbation :-)

Way back when, pre-internet hiring, before I'd even actually hired , I'd peruse the ads in the local gay bar rag. This was when agencies were king, and I talked to the guy at the agency about who he had working, and he mentioned one guy was a trainer at Bally's. I kinda fantasized about this, that I'd see the guy at the gym and knowing what he was also doing on the side. Ultimately, I never did end up hiring that guy, or even knowing what he looked like (apart from the generic description the agency guy had given), so that stayed just a fantasy.

And the masseur working on a young closeted college jock :-)

The new season of Survivor has started, and that's often good for some VPL since they're frequently just in their underwear. Never too titillating, if it's too blatant they'll pixellate it out.

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oh, she's Professor Sprout! I *knew* I'd seen her someplace.

I thought he was a participant here on the forums.

Maybe Adam West always secretly wanted to play a villain, too :-)

I took a health appraisal in my mid-20's at work. They said I'd probably be dead by 30, car accident, alcohol related. I've beat their prediction.

Quoting Miss Manners again (what a broken record I am ), that is...or was...standard tipping protocol. One doesn't tip an owner of a business, and risks offending them if a tip is offered. Granted, I think the letter in the Miss Manners book was talking about a hair salon. These days, I think you'd have to look hard to find someone offended by a tip...but that's how things USED to be done.

Please don't save it! After that story, I'd love to hear another.