Rudynate

No, I'm only going from what his profile says. If you talked to him, you may find he's more flexible than he appears from his profile.

Be sure you're into what he's offering - worship, domination, etc. No penetrative sex. For me that would be fine, but for somebody looking for kissing, oral, anal - he would probably be a disappointment.

I think linen sheets would be too warm. I've owned a couple of linen shirts and never wore either too much because they were so uncomfortable. I like microfiber sheets because they are so lightweight. I think I probably would like bamboo sheets for the same reason.

Not positive - but I think a full facelift from a top surgeon can cost $20K or more. A female friend, several years ago, got a full facelift from a top guy here in the Bay area. She looked amazing afterward - she said it cost her $17k.

I think I would see what I could achieve with cosmaceuticals and non- or miminally-invasive procedures first.

Glad it was helpful.

They're very convenient tho.

I don't care what part of the world they come from, men with dark skin tones, dark body hair and thick beards get me going.

Since I indulge myself, and a puff of the herb turns me into a complete animal, why in the world would I get upset by a provider doing the same thing?

The first time I visited Greece was in the early 70s during the Papadopulous regime. The entire country was thick with heavily-armed police and soldiers. In Athens, you saw them on nearly every street corner. There were lots of gay bars in Plaka - the old section of Athens. There was a hustler bar called the VO Club where you could pick up stunning Greek men for almost nothing - 30.00 or so. For Greece, at the time, that was a lot of money, but it was peanuts to the middle-aged western tourists who hung out there. What was interesting is that soldiers would go in there in uniform in full daylight to pick up tricks. The fact that they might be seen didn't seem to bother them at all.

At some point, I probably will try a touch of Botox and some filler. @Funguy doesn't seem to be around these days, but he's who I would go to for this. I would be happy to make the trip to LA, after the pandemic starts to ease up.

Sometimes, they really are bi. It’s hard to tell. I haven’t been to Greece in a very long time, but it used to be full of guys who were gay for pay. Turkey and Lebanon supposedly are also that way.

When I was your age, I remember thinking that the fun part of life was over, and it was all going to be downhill from there. I was too heavy, I smoked, I had an abusive boyfriend, I was dissatisfied and disappointed that I hadn't accomplished more at my age and I was stuck in a rut that I couldn't seem to get my self out of. At the time, my father's health was failing and I picked up and moved across country back home to help him out. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. We came from an industrial city in the the Northeast with a large blue-collar population and everybody worked - there wasn't any tolerance of somebody who didn't work full-time. In moving back there I rediscovered my work ethic and got a job and stayed on it. I stayed there for almost two years. When my father died, I realized I had one of those openings in life where I was free to do whatever I wanted. I was 37. Friends in San Francisco had been urging me to move there, and I thought, "Why not?" I loaded my car up and hit the road for California. That was 31 years ago. The last 31 years have been a whirlwind - I don't know where the energy comes from. I have owned two properties, I have gotten two professional degrees, I have spent my entire career working with tech companies in Silicon Valley, I have my own business, I'm respected in my profession. I met the love of my life and we've been together for 29 years, and I am a competitor in masters' bodybuilding. It hasn't been all roses - I have a couple of semi-serious health conditions that I have to be mindful off. Between age 50 and 60, I was hospitalized four times. I barely squeaked through the financial collapse and now the present sorry state of affairs. My whole point in telling this story, is that it's not too late for you. You have a lot of life left in you. Start now.

Forgot to mention - I'm married to one of those big-strapping cornfed-looking Dutch men.

Being jealous of somebody who has something you don't is such a waste of energy. Better to be inspired by them.

The South bay (San Jose, Santa Clara), here in in the SF bay area has a high concentration of unusually attractive Latin men. There are two great bodybuilding gyms - one in Santa Clara and one in San Jose (American Barbell Club) that are just chock full of amazing looking Latin guys. But also, I just see them everywhere I go when I'm down there.

Agree - those big, strapping cornfed-looking Dutch men are quite something.

I've never tried to explain it. I just enjoy it.

I haven't been there in a very long time. I do have fond memories of Hillcrest and the ease in meeting guys there.

That's a silly generalization

I'm 68, my husband is 69 - we've been together 29 years. We have an open relationship. Neither of us strays very often, but the freedom is there if we want it.

Isn't that true anywhere? The suburbs are generally a wasteland of mediocrity. In SF, we certainly have our share of amazing-looking men, but the landscape is completely different in Novato, or Union City or South San Francisco

Whenever I’m in LA, the number of strikingly good looking men always surprises me.

The sun in Colorado is very strong because of the altitude. It’s very easy to get burn. After I had lived in the northeast for a couple years, I drove cross country to move to California. I first noticed the western sun in Carney Nebraska where I stopped for gas. I got out of the car and the sun hit me in the face. My only thought was “ah.... back where I belong.”

Until 2008, I managed my own investments and did decently using mostly picks from Motley fool. In early 2008, I was trading actively and making lots of money. The market volatility that started that summer scared the hell out of me, so I began staying on the sidelines. Some time in August or early September, I read that even professional fund managers couldn't handle the volatility in the markets. I asked myself, "If people who do this for a living cant handle this market, what am I doing in it ," and in early September, I liquidated everything. The rest is history -I survived the crash without losing a cent. Cant remember when I got back into the market, but some time after that, an extraordinarily cute, very smart young guy offered to manage my investments for me. He was under the mentorship of a much more experienced investment professional. He did an OK job, but it wasn't spectacular, although I always enjoyed gym dates and lunches with him. The boy ended up getting a job in an investment banking firm and his mentor took over my portfolio - I think he's been managing by investments for 9 or 10 years, and he just makes me piles of money. I'm very heavily invested in tech and finance right now. I have started taking a more active interest in my portfolio, but I pretty much do whatever my advisor recommends.