Rudynate

I love em. When I was a kid, we went to church at midnight on Christmas Eve. The altar guild had the altars spilling over wirh red poinsettias.

They don't know any better. A lot of people can't tell the difference between a good tattoo and bad one. And a lot of artists don't seem to understand using tattoos to enhance a person's natural musculature.

This came up for me just the other day. I got together with a guy a couple of weeks ago. Just a few days ago, the Facebook algorithm identified us as contacts and sent me his profile, revealing his real identity, as a friend suggestion. I let him know that, and he wasn't upset. It dawned on me just this morning where FB is getting the data. I have the FB Messenger app on my phone. I'm going to uninstall it.

Discretion is key in the escort game. A fundamental rule is that the escort adopts a stage name to protect his privacy. You need to make your peace with this rule. It's nice when an escort trusts you enough to reveal his real name, but it's not something you should push. If you can't observe basic rules in this game, then you should reconsider whether you should be playing it.

I tried that once, I wasn't successful. I read a magazine article that told how to get them to bloom again. You have to regulate the light exposure really carefully. I gathered a bunch of cast off poinsettias and set them up in my "poinsettia clinic." Alas, I must not have regulated conditions carefully enough because I only got one to sort-of bloom again.

Sounds nice.

I always use my real name. I must have an honest face, because most of my hires share their real names with me.

A little bit - some candles and greens, a wreath hanging over the fireplace, Christmas cards displayed, a poinsettia. And another thing I do most years is make a Christmas fruit cake. My mother used to make it. The stuff for it was expensive and didn't fit easily in the food budget, so she started buying the candied fruit and the nuts, a little bit at a time starting in October. I used to do that to, until I realized that I have plenty of money and don't need to scrimp and save in order to be able to afford to buy the groceries for the Christmas fruit cake.

It's amazing what can happen when you start managing carb intake mindfully.

Whatever.

It's no different from hookup sites. If you're not interested, thank them for saying hello and tell them you're not looking.

But they still get to move on, even if they don't. Even if they live a miserable thereafter, they probably have moments of joy and pleasure. The murder victim gets none of that.

The victim of child molestation can still lead a happy productive life after being molested. A murder victim doesn't have that option.

No, it isn't unusual in a broad historical sense, but within a particular legal framework, it could be unusual. For example, if the death penalty were arbitrarily imposed, perhaps to "send a message," for a crime in which the severity of the penalty wasn't proportional to the severity of the crime, it could be argued that it was unusual.

That's really kind of you.

Look on Recon. Search "chastity" and/or "forced workouts." There are lots of guys on there into that sort of scene.

I'm the kind of person who shows up early. I even show up early when I'm meeting an escort for an incall. If I'm REALLY early, I find a way to stay occupied, which isn't very difficult. Sitting in a cushy hotel lobby with a tablet or smart phone is a pretty congenial way to while away 20 minutes. I text him to let him know I've arrived. Sometimes he's ready, sometimes not. If not, I wait. Certainly an early arriving escort can do the same.

He needs a thicker hide. The world can be a cruel, shallow place, and some people ^will reject him because he has a small dick. That fact notwithstanding, there are plenty of guys with small dicks who have vibrant sex/love lives. He needs to keep trying until he gets it figured out. In the abstract, being rejected for your dick size is no different from being rejected because one isn't blond and blue-eyed. It feels different, maybe because men are so identified with their dicks.

Just like that.

Have you permanently given up relationships?

When my partner and I were in Rome, we rented a condo in a converted 16th century cloister. In the same building, there was an amazing bakery, and they very much did sell pastries. Exactly the kind of products that anyone would call pastries. The owner of the business was a good-looking young Italian guy. His mother worked the counter. She spoke only Italian, unlike most of the other Romans we encountered, who spoke English very well. She laughed a lot and had this big, loud laugh that made made me think of Phyllis Diller. I enjoyed stopping there every morning.

I don't shop, but I do enjoy going out to lunch on Black Friday.

So on the first date, you think two people should decide what their ultimate goal for the relationship is? What about letting it develop organically, at least for a time?

It seems like you're making more of it than deserves to be made of it. In your mind, you've made it into this important thing that you would need to share with someone in order to be completely transparent with somebody that you care about it. But is it really that significant? I say "no."