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Often, I know I am looking for therapeutic. In that case, I hire based on the guy's credentials and reviews. A couple years ago, I was just a week out from a hip replacement and my husband wanted me to get a massage so I chose a guy specifically with therapeutic in mind. He was a big guy and very gentle and careful, but it still went "there." I was into it though and very pleased. At the end, he scooped me up in his big arms and carefully helped me off of the table. My husband had paid him for two sessions and we could never get him to come by for the second session. Lesson learned.

Maybe it's an issue of class. I worked with an Indian woman who was an engineer. I heard someone comment once that she didn't have an Indian accent. And she said it was because she had been educated in private schools where the instruction was in English. And if you think about it, Indian doctors and engineers tend not to speak with Indian accents - it's usually perfect Oxford English. The Indian hoteliers tend to have humble origins and to be from one state - Gujarat.

This is fascinating - how did I miss it? When I think of Indians, I think of engineers and doctors. Reminds me of Cambodians and doughnut shops.

You can have that convenience, but it costs.

I have noticed that if you go over a little bit, nobody seems to mind. I always shoot for 11A checkout, but sometimes I don't get out til 11:15 or 11:30. Nobody has ever said anything.

As as matter of fact, some on the web call him Daddy Huberman.

I have had both shots of the shingrix vaccine and had no reaction or sides from either shot. OTOH, I must be immune-suppressed because since I completed the two shots, I have had light cases of shingles, I think, 5 times. My PC doctor gave me a refillable script for valacyclovir.

I reveal my age and stats and what I'm looking for.

Completely OK with me. Since I have a thing for mature providers, it would be counter-productive to expect anything else.

Evita Peron, I'm guessing.

That's one of the biggest advantages in hiring - it's a self-limiting relationship.

I often smell pretty ripe myself and I like guys that smell like that. Love smelly pits and crotch.

Such passion.

I like several of those food porn channels with German or Eastern European women. The recipes are spotty - some terrific, some not so great. The women always show a lot of cleavage and they never show their faces, no speaking, soft background music - very relaxing. Probably the best recipe I have gotten is one for chicken paprikash that I have made over and over again.

His photos are pretty revealing. I would be inclined to take a chance on him. Guys who have the confidence in their appearance to not provide face pics at all usually arent wrong about themselves.

That is far from a universal practice, although it is not uncommon. We give our housecleaner a month's pay at Thanksgiving and we give our mail carrier some money tucked into a card. We also tip service people in restaurants extravagantly at Christmas, but nobody would fault us for not doing any of it.

It's called a Rollator. I have one - at one point my balance was impaired enough that I realized I could fall when walking outside, so I bought one on Amazon. I've graduated from the Rollator to a cane. Before long, I will graduate from the cane to being fully mobile again. We went to Santa Cruz for Christmas - the day before Christmas, I was standing outside the restaurant where we had just had breakfast - a young woman walked past and said,"You look awesome!! Merry Christmas." Great Christmas present.

There are holy days that are feast days and holy days that are fast days.

While I don't think he would care at all if you wanted to know his size, I would ask him. To me, looking at the tags in his clothes is nosy.

I have never given a provider a gift and I can't imagine doing so. To me, it's a transactional relationship, albeit a very friendly one, and I don't have any desire to give it a romantic gloss. I might feel differently about someone I'd seen regularly over a period or years.

He's a charming guy and provides a great experience. I last saw him about 4 years ago, maybe a year before the pandemic. The age-shaving is problematic, yes, but my attitude. when I first saw him was "Ok, I'm not stupid, he's been the same age for at least a decade." What I was expecting was a guy in his late 40s to mid-50's and that is exactly what I got - very handsome, smart, engaging and great in the sack.

Of course it is - it's an important historical work. I was at Randy Shilts's memorial at Glide Memorial Church in San Francisco. A bunch of hateful Christians flew in from Kansas to try to disrupt things and the SFPD surrounded them with a blockade so that they couldn't interfere.

Is it that difficult? If you cover what, when, where and who in your first communication, you have pretty much established that you aren't a timewaster.

I didn't think mean drill sergeants even existed anymore. When I was in the Army (in the 70s), I was surprised at how "not mean" our drill sergeant and the cadre sergeants were. I admired them actually - they were all really snappy black men who had all done at least one tour in Viet Nam.

I often have difficulty deciding what I want in a restaurant - but it isn't anxiety provoking. When I'm in that frame of mind, I choose something on impulse.