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I am only going to say that I can't vote because I like them all. I am most familiar with Central Americans, but in my youth, I briefly had a Colombian boyfriend who was almost too much to handle. The city if repaving our street right now. One of the heavy equipment operators is Latino and completely dreamy, very friendly to chat with.

I like the double arm band. I wouldn't get one, though, because it is so popular. There is an incredibly sexy guy who has a bread-baking channel on youtube who has a chain tattoo on his noticeably thick wrist. I would like that but I have a skinny wrist, so maybe not.

As a matter of fact, there is nothing sexier than the tension of a little bit of tattoo peaking out from underneath the cuff of a starched dress shirt

Tribal tats are pretty yesterday.

Great hotels were ridiculously cheap here as well. Every couple weeks my husband and I took a couple days off in the middle of the week to cool our jets at one 4-star resort or another in the wine country. The weather was nice so lots of nice restaurants had outdoor seating.

If you are insisting on a strict definition of middle age, I suppose that is true. My understanding of middle age has been sort of "you know it when you see it," beginning somewhere around late 40s to early 50s and transitioning to old age maybe in the mid to late-60s.

Nah - they were middle-aged. My mother was in her mid-30s then and these ladies seemed older than her.

He left the forum because he felt unappreciated.

My autoimmune problem destroyed my libido - I've had nearly zero interest in sex for a couple years - I've been going without for months at a time and not missing it. I think it's changing though - I've been waking up with morning boners again and I've been able to get off twice in a day from time to time.

Right - It starts to get chilly and windy after August. Many years ago, I spent several weeks on Mykonos at this time of year - it was one of the nicest times of my life.

Thanks for pointing that out. We're really trying to cut way back on the single-use plastic. AVEDA used to have a wonderful bar soap but they stopped manufacturing it.

I have never understood how anybody can feel clean without a washcloth. I take showers, but I squirt body wash into the washcloth to lather up. If I don't use a washcloth, I start to get acne.

I took a prescription drug for awhile that made my skin extremely dry - so dry that I cut back to showering once a week. I washed my face and shaved, did a PTA bath and rubbed Neutrogena oil into my skin with a damp washcloth every day. I sort of looked forward to the ritual every morning, but I was glad when I was able to stop.

My aunt learned how to make cabbage rolls (galumpki) from a Polish neighbor and we clamored for them. Hers were a filling of ground beef, rice, onion and green pepper wrapped in par-boiled cabbage leaves and cooked in a tomato sauce. An old friend who spoke Polish told me that, in Poland, they are called galuptsi.

I'm like that - just about every eye cream I've ever tried irritates my lower lids so that they swell at the lower orbital ridge. It's a weird look.

I read recently that you should look for a dual-certified provider: ophthalmology/plastic surgery for blepharoplasty.

I agree - I forgot for a moment that we were talking about pros. I was just thinking that college towns would be good places meet guys in that age group.

Any college town - Berkeley, Boulder, Ann Arbor, Madison, Cambridge, Ithaca, etc.

The quintessential rat face.

Perfect expression for that sort of guy - undeniably attractive in an unconventional way. I don't think Adam Driver fits - He's just plain handsome.

Very much so - they're totally hot. I've always called that face type a "rat face."

What people call "being in love," to me, is infatuation. For me, infatuation lasts for a few weeks to a couple months. With my husband, things were different. We didn't become infatuated. Anyone would agree that he's drop-dead handsome, but the thing that really got me about him was the dignified way he conducts himself. From the very start of our relationship, I was pretty sure I wanted to spend my life with him.

My first foreign language was Latin. It's such a clunky, complicated language that, after that, modern languages are a piece of cake. I soaked up French like a sponge. German was more challenging but taking an intensive course in Germany gave me a real boost.

Coffee, maybe. She thought daytime drinkers were lushes.

When I was a young boy, my mother bought our school clothes in a nice men's store. It was a small town where everybody knew everybody. The salesmen were all old guys in suits and ties with measuring tapes around their necks. The whole thing took awhile because my mother sat there chatting with the salesmen and smoking while we tried the clothes on. She would write a check for everything and a couple of days later a delivery truck would pull up with our clothes wrapped in a big package,