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He's wonderful. I'm mot wild about nose rings, but I wouldn't let is stop me from hiring him. In some photos, it looks like he's had his eyebrows shaped, which I always find unflattering. Still would hire him though.

When I was in grade school, the day started pretty late in the morning - certainly no earlier than 9A. The day ended later too - 3:30.

It's odd. Compulsive know-it-all, I guess.

Law enforcement and the health professions have a very broad definition of "drug problem." ANY use of illicit drugs is a"drug problem" and ANY unsupervised use of a prescription drug is a "drug problem."

Even though I haven't seen it, someone that I know and trust did see it. That's good enough for me, especially because I know what San Francisco was like at the time in question.

Pre-AIDS San Francisco was a very special time and place. To paraphrase @pubic_assistance, I experienced things there that "others only dream about," except that it was commonplace, then and there. That level of abandon very well could have included people openly doing lines of coke in public.

Other people see things differently, but I believe that, for most people, there is a limited number of people on the planet with whom they could fall in love and live happily thereafter. When you find one, you cherish them. I found one.

I remember the permanent DST during the energy crisis of the 70s. I had to be to work at 7:30AM. In the winter, the sun was only starting to come up at 7:30. I personally didn't like going to work in the dark - and I don't know whether it had the desired effect of saving energy or not. I was glad when we returned to the regimen I had always known - DST in the warm months and ST in the cool months.

And when was this? I have lived in San Francisco for over 30 years and never once saw anyone doing lines at a Castro restaurant. It doesn't mean that it never happened. I could definitely believe it happened pre-AIDS.

According to my husband, it was common for people to be doing lines at their tables in restaurants in the Castro. Since it was that commonplace, it certainly wasn't elite But in the minds of those people doing lines at their dinner tables, I imagine it was.

I have certain strains I like - They are probably hybrids or sativa - not sure. My 2 favorites are "wedding crasher" and "jet fuel." I have some "lemon drop" that is also pretty good for sex. "Platinum punch" is really good for relaxing you and improving your mood.

My mother had my youngest sister when she was 43. It was very weird - she'd had a full-time stillbirth only 13 or 14 months before - it was almost as though she got pregnant again because she felt cheated by the stillbirth.

Of course that is true - but the question of who is attracted to who and for what reason is such a wild card that it is difficult to know how important it really is.

I spent my entire enlistment in Europe. But, at that time, any career soldier - officer or enlisted - had done at least one tour in VietNam. It wasn't unusual for someone to have done 2 or 3 tours.

They tell you on Rentmasseur: therapeutic, sensual and erotic. If you want a massage with lots of extras, stick with guys who say they do erotic and ask them what their limits are. "Therapeutic" and "sensual" are very fluid and don't mean much - therapeutic can turn into full-on sex on the table and sensual can just mean a little provocative touching. I only hire for therapeutic - it's the lowest price point and it's surprising how often therapeutic can morph to erotic.

General officers in command positions were almost always West Point graduates - and they tended to be very impressive men.

Diverticulosis is very common. Just about all of my friends have been told that they have it and have been told to avoid nuts and seeds. Most ignore the advice and nothing happens. I had a sigmoidoscopy when I turned 50 and the nurse practitioner said I had diverticulosis. Also advised to avoid nuts and seeds, which I didn't do. I have had two colonoscopies and the reports from these didn't say a word about diverticulosis. As a matter of fact, the second colonoscopy was occasioned by the first, which showed a few of the bad kind of polyp, which the doc removed. The second didn't show any new polyps and no other disease. My oldest brother has been hospitalized twice for diverticulitis. None of my other sibs has mentioned it.

Not personally no. But his father was 61 years old when my grandfather was born. The great-grandfather was born in 1824.

My father died at age 70 and my mother died a few weeks shy of her 89th b'day. Healthwise, my father was a trainwreck. My mother also was in poor health, but obviously not so poor that she didn't live a long time. She was a crazy as a loon from vascular dementia the last few years before she died.

This game isn't for the thin-skinned. Life sucks sometimes.

Here in SF, we are blessed with one of the best cake bakeries anywhere - Shubert's on Clement St.

Maybe we all had mothers and/or grandmothers who baked so we knew what baked desserts were supposed to taste like.

Right - typical grocery-store mass-produced baked goods. I could never understand the romance.

Sure I'm serious. I might want him to rock my world too. But don't say if you don't want to.

Of course there's something to be gained - we will know who it is and may wish to partake. Nonetheless, @curioussub should keep the information to himself if he would rather.