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That's not a very good way to hide in plain sight.

Tastes changed.

Are your sure about that? I imagine many full-time escorts pay self-employment tax like most small business owners.

There was a guy in ATL some years ago who gave his age as 67. Haven't seen his profile in quite a while.

idle minds . . .

But if an escort has few or no secrets, he has pretty much neutralized the ability of someone to use his secrets against him.

Why is he clueless? Maybe you hit it off so well that he trusted you. Are you implying that his trust was misplaced? I've had escorts tell me all about themselves. I've had interactions with other escorts where they tell me nothing about themselves. When an escort reveals a lot about himself to me, I just enjoy the connection. I assume he fully knows what he's doing and is sharing the information because he wants to, and likes and trusts me, not out of cluelessness or stupidity or naivete.

It's just that they need to get out more, broaden their horizons. If you have a demanding profession, one or two pastimes that hold your interest and a few friends, there isn't time to be sleuthing escorts on the internet.

Those are just the ones I know about. I don't habitually talk with an escort about what he did before he started escorting

I would say they represent 10% of my hires.

Maybe you're running with the wrong crowd. Without even trying I can think of one escort who was a practicing attorney, another who was a healthcare professional with an advanced degree and another who was a c-level executive in Silicon Valley.

It's obviously been working for you, but to completely eliminate any misunderstanding about time and charges you could expressly state that drinks are off the clock. I had an email exchange with an escort who, it seemed to me, had misrepresented his rate structure, and he insisted that it was all right there in his profile. I looked at it again, and if you carefully parsed the language it was suggested, but not explicitly stated. I told him that he had drafted the profile sort of like a CYA legal document and if he wanted to avoid misunderstandings he should describe his rate structure in language that could be readily understood.

As long as you've made it clear that 6:30 - 7:00 is off the clock and totally optional, what could be wrong with it?

Congratulations!! Welcome to the legal profession.

Because they're bone headed and lacking manners.

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I read an account, written by a straight guy of his time in prison. He said that unless you were really big or really mean, you had to learn to take it in the ass. Learning how to relax so you could get fucked without it hurting was an essential skill.

Why wouldn't the time spent sipping wine and chatting be paid time? Just about any escort establishes in their profile that you are paying them for their time. When I call on a client, the clock starts running the moment I walk in the door. If I sit in the lobby for 15 minutes because they need to pull a bunch of people together for a meeting, I still get paid.

That sounds really good!!

In the 70s, almost any decent restaurant had roast duck on the menu with a fruit glaze - orange, rasperries, blackberries, etc. I miss it. It was one of my favorite restaurant meals. Sometime, I think it was around the time that nouvelle cuisine became popular, the roasted duck disappeared and was replaced with all kinds of fussy preparations of duck breast. At Christmas, I was in a French restaurant in Santa Rosa and they had roasted duck on the menu. When I asked about it, the server warned me away from it.

I always order rack of venison whenever I see it on a menu. One time, in Vancouver, I had osso bucco made from venison shanks - with risotto. One of my more memorable restaurant meals.

Once, my partner and I were on a trip to Yosemite and we stopped at a gas station/convenience store outside of the park to gas up. I saw a pair of VanBriggle candlesticks displayed on a shelf close to the cash register with a price of something like $17.95 for the pair. I knew they were a steal at that price and bought them. When we got home, I checked them out and found they had a market value of over $300.00. I still have them.

The one that I found difficult to believe was a piece of armor from the middle ages or early renaissance, a Florentine helmet. The appraisal was very high, hundreds of thousands, I think. The owner had supposedly found it stuffed in the rafters in his attic.

A woman I worked with had this boyfriend who was incredibly hot, but a flaming asshole. She asked me once if I thought he could be gay. I never thought he was and I asked her why she thought he was. She blushed and tried to tell me but was too embarassed. So I asked her point blank, "Are you saying he likes to be anally penetrated?" She nodded. I said I thought that there were occasional straight guys who liked that. Afterward, I thought, "Gosh, what an interesting conversation."

There's a great little swimming hole on the North Shore, called the Queens Bath. We always stay at the same place, the Kiahuna Plantation in Poipu. There isn't a lot to do at night. I really loved snorkeling. You get in the water and you're surrounded by all these beautiful fish bumping you with their little noses, asking to be fed.