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More like that they're both very high-touch services and it might be difficult to find a man that can do both well. I have had long-standing relationships with three different PTs. Believe me, over time, it becomes very intimate - sort of like a woman and her hairdresser You end up telling him nearly everything. And the thing is, he wants to know it all because it all affects your health and fitness.

Being a gym rat, I have all sorts of gym/trainer fantasies. I think I could easily act them out with an escort who was comfortable pretending to be a personal trainer. After all, I just want look up a man's shorts and fondle him while he's spotting me on bench presses. Does he really have to be a trainer for me to do that? A muscleman hit me up just the other day on RM, and it occurred to me that he would be perfect for gym/PT role plays.

It's a popular fantasy, PT/escort, and Ive never tried it, but it somehow seems that having a single guy fill both roles is likely to end in disappointment.

I've always had the idea that he's up for just about anything - uninhibited, few limits. I've always thought he was seriously hot. Now that I read in his profile that he takes fists, my interest has gone up several notches.

I don't even ask. Ive done the math, so I know that an escort needs to see more than one client in a day in order to make a good living. But knowing exactly how many in a day is too much information. And even though I don't know how many, my pervy side likes the fact that he has lots of other clients besides me.

I had always assumed part of the FTM surgery was a hysterectomy. I guess not. Do they ovulate and have periods or is that suppressed through the hormonal manipulation?

I've always thought that, after awhile, the enterprise would start to seem kind of pointless.

My aunt and uncle did the travel-the-country-in-an-RV thing in the late 80s. They had farmed all their lives, decided to liquidate the farm, buy an RV and spend several months traveling. After they were done traveling, they settled in an RV park and lived in the RV. I thought it sounded awful, but they seemed to like it. One time, my Aunt caught Legionnaire's disease, because they didn't maintain the AC properly.

A must-hire if ever I saw one.

Santa Rosa has become very congested.

Gold paint was my mother's go-to. She got it an art supply store - it was a metallic powder that she mixed with a solvent called banana oil. Her favorite was white furniture brushed with gold.

And the immersion experience makes it so much easier to learn the language.

Within that average, there is a huge deviation. I couldn't handle too many 115 degree days.

Having lived in Colorado for 15 years, I have a special fondness for that region - Colorado, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, New Mexico, Nevada, parts of Arizona - Flagstaff, Sedona. The only way you could handle Phoenix or Tucscon would be to summer over somewhere else. The popular Phoenix escort Don Blueyes (retired) used to do that. He stayed home in the winter servicing all the snowbirds and traveled in the summer.

Gives me the willies - retiring and keeping myself busy doing volunteer gigs, learning flower arranging, taking classes at the Alliance Francaise.

The whole idea of moving someplace else when I retire doesn't appeal to me. I love Northern California, wouldn't really live anyplace else, except possibly New Mexico. If we leave San Francisco, we will probably settle in Sonoma or Ukiah.

It's one of my all-time favorite places. I've been visiting there since the 70s.

George Clooney is about the only celebrity I have found so captivating that I actually wanted to meet him. So, if I could hire him, I would in a heartbeat.

I was talking with an escort who lives there about Wilton Manor. He referred to it as the Palm Springs of the southeast. He recommended that I visit, thought I would have a good time.

Sure, they're awful. But with the local anesthesia, and lube pushed into your dick with a blunt-tip syringe, it's a completely different experience. Also, my uro is an old guy, so he's probably done thousands of cystos and can do them with his eyes closed.

No, I wasn't worried about getting a boner. I just laid there enjoying the feeling of the scope snaking around inside of my bladder, wondering if the doc had any idea I was actually enjoying the whole thing. He's a good guy, I always enjoy seeing him.

I really enjoyed a cystoscopy from my straight uro once. He used a local and lots of lube pushed into my urethra, so it was virtually painless. Without the pain, the sensation of the scope traversing my prostate and entering my bladder was very erotic.

I saw a doc for a longish period who I wished would have poked me with a stiff one. He was tall, young, middle eastern (although probably US-born) heavy black scruff, black chest hair poking out of the neck of his scrubs. I always looked forward to my appointments with him.

Other than my primary care doc of several years, I don't think I have ever seen a gay doc. I had a wild attraction to my spine surgeon - a tall good-looking triathlete with a very caring demeanor.

LIke so many things, it's a numbers game. You have to realize that and relax and start playing the numbers game. It's easy to obsess and think you need to get THAT guy who you're hot for but who doesn't seem to appreciate what a catch you are. Truthfully, you don't need THAT guy. You were fine without him. So, forget about him and move on to the next one. Every once in a while, it will work, but it never works as well as you think it should. This is what the Buddhists call the reality of human suffering. Life is never quite what you think it should be.