Rudynate

My partner and I were having dinner in a restaurant in Sonoma, a diner type place. Our server was a friendly chatty guy, enough so that I thought he might have potential. While my partner went to the restroom, he walked up, said he'd been watching me and could tell I was just made to be bad. I was astonished.

My mother lived in a small town in MS for several years and I visited he twice/year. It always took a long time to get there. I had to fly to Jackson, which wasn't a direct flight and then drive for 2 hours.

He might not be very happy with you. I have enjoyable little chats with guys on the street. Nicky Blueyes even gave me a hug and a kiss.

In the rural deep south, most retail businesses are closed on Sunday.

Weekend before last, I competed in a bodybuilding contest, so I got to see the entire field of competitors up close and personal. I was struck by how straight it was. Out of the entire field of competitors, I only saw a couple guys that seemed gay. They were obviously friends and both from the same town. The way they leaned into each other when they talked made me think that they were more than friends. I asked one of them if they were a couple. He got a slightly weird look on his face and said "Uh, no." Bodybuilders often advertise for patrons. It's a costly sport.

Since I see them a lot here in San Francisco, I approach the ones I'm interested in and introduce myself, in just the same way I would approach anyone I would like to meet. I wouldn't introduce myself to an escort who wasn't alone. He could be with friends or a client. I walk up, extend my hand and say, "You're X, aren't you?" Since you're using his escort name, he automatically knows why you're saying hello. A simple introduction like that, to me, is not an invasion of privacy.

I saw Tom Vaccaro working out in my gym once. Our eyes locked for a second, we smiled at each other and then we went back to our workouts.

I guess I misunderstood. I would never do that for exactly that reason - it seems a little weird, like you need to get a life.

What is stalkerish about it? They saw you, they recognized you, they chose not to speak to you. Nevertheless, seeing you was enough of an event so that they thought it was worth talking about.

I see escorts on the street all the time in San Francisco. My most recent spotting was Kyle Braun at Market and Dolores. I was amazed. He looks good in photos, but in person, whoa!! - Like a runway model in Milan.

Actually, that sounds pretty good.

Some do look feminine, but a lot of whites look feminine. I have always been attracted to Asian men and I guess, since I live in a part of town that is mostly Asian, I have developed even more of an eye for them. I actually have a drawer full of pictures of Asian men that I have torn out of magazines. When I see one I like, I tear it out and add it to my little collection.

What was fascinating was the beautiful effect the spray-tan had on the Asian men. It interacted with their natural skin tone to produce a beautiful sort of dark taupe with a nice suede-like sheen.

I was at a bodybuilding event last weekend. The Asian athletes were spectacular - so cut and muscular that they looked like animations from a video game.

I have often thought of it. Pressure on the prostate from two completely different sources. I can imagine it is . . . amazing.

I have a profile on RM with a pic.

I don't understand how anyone could NOT be into Asian men. Of course, saying I like Asian men doesn't mean I like every Asian man, but of course, I don't go for every white man either.

Dunno about real sex, but I beat off with a Foley once. I was hospitalized for a spine surgery. A couple days after the procedure, I woke up in the morning furiously horny. Decided to try and I masturbated to orgasm. In fact, it felt great with the catheter.

That bleach-like odor is unmistakable. The smell of stale cum on somebody who beat off earlier in the day is also unmistakable.

My first sexual experience forever eroticized the scent of Tide laundry detergent for me. His clothes smelled like Tide, and I've been permanently imprinted to associate that smell with sex.

Oh, those young fathers!!

And men who have fathered children also have a special attraction.

How does one forget one of the most important events in one's life?

It seems to me that I have read of surrogates as old as early 60s. I think I remember reading of a mother who was her daughter's surrogate.

A couple of times I have cancelled approximately a week or more in advance. I thought that was enough notice so that a cancellation fee wasn't required.