mike carey

Such seductive talk!

Rent Man of the Day is paid for by the escort, not 'awarded' or 'given' by the platform.

Distances on our almost spherical world can be deceptive.

To which someone replied, 'English follows other languages down dark alleyways, beats them up and goes through their pockets for loose syntax and grammar.' The comments also brought up a midatlantic divide of which I had only recently become fully aware, that 'thorough' in US English is pronounced something like 'thurrow' whereas I (and from the commentary in the Facebook thread, most of the English-speaking world) pronounce more like 'thurrer' (or 'thurra')

Haha, I had considered commenting that a trip to Costa Rica sounded nice, but decided that was a snark too far, and that most people would apply Occam's razor and deduce it was the city [almost] by the bay.

Do I sense a dead horse being beaten?

I thought you did, like us.

An old thread: And a positive comment in a thread about Charleston:

Just like New Jersey, which is 2/3 the size of Belgium, everyone uses bicycles and public transport there as well. That stretch of country between Newark and the Hudson River is ideal for cycling.

No, I was not.

It seems, some people think that endlessly repeating makes something so, and that a small variation on a theme is a completely new argument. No, I am almost certain that it was not you. And I think I'm not alone in knowing exactly who he was referring to. And not the OP either.😉

An old thread:

So, you've been feeling flat?

Not silly, we learn the same lesson but in reverse. I'm used to the sun being in the north. Anyone travelling in the hemisphere they aren't familiar with faces the same realisation (the sun being north somehow seems 'natural' because a compass tells you north, the sun tells you north, that sort of thing). The thing about this that first struck me forcefully is that the sun moves across the sky clockwise in the north, so shadows also move clockwise. I first realised that when I sat near the edge of the shadow of a tree (in Omaha, as it happens), and rather than extend away from me as the day progressed, it moved the other way and I was in the sun in less than 20 minutes. I hadn't even considered it, I had just intuitively anticipated how it would move. Wrongly! As you grow up, you just 'know' how the world works.

I hope you enjoy the weekend, @Jason Dutch. Many of us look forward to coming back each year.

Took me a moment.

Perhaps. I'm not a provider, but I've been here long enough and read enough said on both sides of these transactions and on both sides of this debate to know that nothing is absolute. There are people here who have been burnt often enough by either flakes or by deposits that were not honoured to have formed unwavering rules for what they demand or will accept. Others, probably more often clients than active escorts, have yet to have such a disappointment. I have also read providers who treat flakes as a cost of doing business, and say that the incidence is sufficiently rare that they are prepared to absorb the risk of not having a deposit. But they are often those sufficiently established that they have honed their antennae, and either require a deposit or simply decline an appointment if enough flags are raised. There are many professions where there is a substantial literature of what works and does not in the business, and on the benefits and pitfalls of various strategies. This is perhaps not one of them. Its rules are not sub rosa, that is the province of that other ancient profession, but they less obvious than some other more public professions. I suspect that there will always be providers willing, at times, to accept appointments without a deposit, and clients willing to take the risk of paying one, some even if the deposit is substantial.

I would expect nothing less, Rob! And PK, please count me in (also sans bells, although I may reconsider that part).

Watch what you are saying there!

Another one that keeps cropping up is when they are talking about academic results, and the script mentions a 3.8 GPA, for which the narrator calmly intones 3.8 gigapascals. (For those unaware, pascal is the metric unit of pressure. I've never been able to conceptualise car tyre pressure in kPa, but that's me.)

There is a separate thread about this gentleman as an escort.