Rudynate

I went to high school in Rochester NY. It is one of those kind of towns that a lot of people don't leave after they finish their education. Whenever I went back to visit family, I was always surprised at the guys that I knew in high school who turned up in the gay bars. One of them was a wrestler who had a jaw-dropping physique. He also had an unusual face that made you think of a bulldog or a pug with striking blue eyes. I wasn't that attracted to him in HS but years later - when I saw him in a gay bar, I just thought "Wow!!"

I wish we had them. When I first moved to SF, gay gyms were all shirtless. Even some mixed gyms were shirtless - when I lived in the East Bay, I trained at a 24-hour fitness in San Leandro that was shirtless - in the mid-90's. When I first started going to the gym regularly, in about 1975, YMCA's were generally shirtless, but that started to change as more women started frequenting gyms. The women just weren't comfortable with a bunch of shirtless men.

I have worked with personal trainers and coaches a lot. I almost completely stopped training for over 2 years when I developed RA. I've been back at it for several months. Initially, when I started back, I hired a coach, but I realized I was tired of coaches and trainers and wanted to be more self-directed. I'm using programming from a British guy, Christian Finn, and modifying it here and there to work for me. It's going pretty well - I look like somebody who works out again.

I've had great luck - never had it happen. I hardly ever take chances when I'm choosing a guy to spend time with - I go for experience and maturity. Recently, though, I have spent time with a couple guys in their mid-20's - totally new thing for me. Both were just great - and I found that a a young partner with a strong libido jolts my libido. I'll probably be seeing more of these mid-20 guys.

He's a stunner, no doubt; but I have seen builds at least as good as his on guys who charge half his rate.

Since I have never encountered an escort being managed by a pimp before, I queried him closely about the relationship. He said he was the guy's employee and that the guy handled payments and scheduling, keeping a cut of everything the escort made. As I think about it, more and more about the arrangement was peculiar. I was going to do an incall and he told me he lived in Pacific Heights. Unless he actually meant lower Pacific Heights, it seems unlikely that he actually lived in Pacific Heights.

Good possibility

Possible. The boy contacted me afterward, and said we could cut the pimp out and deal with each other directly. I told him that as much as I would like to trust him, I didn't and nothing would change that.

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I was ready to hire an angelic boy today and, at the last minute, he told me he worked for a pimp and his pimp would take care of payment and scheduling. I have never encountered this, and I realized probably nothing was going to happen between the boy and me, but chatted with the pimp nonetheless. His communication style instantly gave him away as a pretentious scumbag. He tried to make it sound like I was buying an insurance policy or executing some important legal document. I sat there telling myself "wait for it." Sure enough he said there would be an additional fee, that was more than the escort's fee, to indemnify the agency against injury to the escort, property damage, etc. and that it was "fully refundable" if none of the bad things happened. I told him it was all horseshit, which made him mad- declaring that he ran a perfectly legitimate escort service and resented my remarks. I just told him to apologize to the boy for me and that it wasn't his fault that he worked for a scumbag. It was like something out of TV. BTW the pimp goes by the name Jason Colt.

I'm the same. If I like a guy's profile, of course I'm going to start a dialogue.

I supply height and weight.

He just looks perennially good. A few years ago, I saw him as he stopped on a street corner at the Folsom St. fair to take his shirt off and he looked amazing - very fit.

Gym every day.

I had a personal trainer who did something similar with me. He recommended that, as much as possble, I should walk through the streets of the city shirtless and drive around shirtless as well.

Amen to that. The only dental insurance worth having is if you can get it through an employer. Individual coverage through Delta Dental is next to useless. I get (sort of) dental coverage though Kaiser Medicare Advantage. I wanted to see if the medicare dentist was even an option so I made an appointment for a cleaning. It was nothing short of Dickensian - dumpy professional building in Daly City, waiting room filled with decrepit old people, the dentist did the cleaning and he was so rough and careless that I think the cleaning did my teeth more damage than going without it would have. Then he handed me a quote for the work that he thought I needed done - absurd - he said I needed 8 fillings. I haven't needed a filling in nearly 30 years, so knew he was scamming me. I high-tailed it back to my pricey dentist in the Castro with his designer office.

I have a chip in one of my lower front teeth that needs repair. The last time I had a chip repaired, it set me back about $300.00.

Give an idea of what a client could expect from the inner barbarian.

I see. If he were exceptional, I might give him a try.

You're extraordinary. I think you should beef up your profile - it's kind of perfunctory.

I've been seeing that word in profiles and didn't know what it meant. So "side" means they're doing sex work as a side hussle. If I liked them, I don't know why I wouldn't hire them. If they were new to it, I would be surprised if they wanted top dollar, but that would be my only issue.

More of mindset adjustment - it's much more efficient than self-hypnosis.

If money is tight, I do without and I console myself with that saying, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I may have to start thinking about these issues. After 20+ years in this game, I have met a guy I'm thinking about an overnight or a weekend with. He kind of got underneath my skin.