bashful

I used to have 2, but they were work uniforms at a hotel where I worked. Tux in the evening after 5pm. Suits were permitted in the day, but never a blazer and dress slacks.

I do. My guess would be Oahu. Big city (relatively speaking), more potential clients. Maui and Kauai, most visitors are snow birds, family vacationers, or honeymooners.

Wow. I never realized what all is involved with getting a security system. You probably don't want to hear I once went out of town for week, and came home to realized I left my patio door open about a half inch.

Meeting Alec Andrews another time on his farewell tour, and reminded by @TruHart1, Andrew Justice. Always thought of meeting Mr. Justice, not so much as a fan of his videos, but for his reputation as a wonderful provider of companionship.

How 'bout this one

Can't do better. But, a blast from the past (not exercise equipment either).

Similar experience I had with a guy a few times. I'd ask whether red or white when setting up the appointment, and bring it to his place. We sit in the living room and talk, have a couple of glasses, until he suggested we go to the bedroom.

Yep, that's him. He had an ad on RM for a while, originally using the name Scotty Marx, but then changed it. Can't remember what the new name was.

The number of models seems to be less.

Agree. It competes with what's on the screen, causing me to miss part of either, depending where I'm focused.

In the "old" days of masseurfinder, his ads showed more skin. I remember a small tattoo around his right nipple.

Not at all.

He may not mind driving at all. I've hired a guy several times who is 30 miles away (suburb to suburb). When setting up our initial meeting, he said if outcall, he only wanted $20 for gas. Since I don't host, we've only met at his place. The big city you're visiting may have other options than just a car from suburb to city, such as a train.

Possibly, but would depend on providers, services, and more important, cost.

There was a separate coal door on the side of our 2nd house, and the area below the door in the basement had simple wood walls to hold the coal. When we bought the house, the seller had already installed a new gas furnace. However, the cement floor where the old coal furnace was, right in the middle of the basement, still had the roughed in cement with a shallow ditch in the floor, and some bricks imbedded in the cement that probably were used for the foundation of the old furnace. You had to walk around the area, about 4 or 5 feet wide. I remember my father saying he would fix that. 20 years later, they sold the house. Still wasn't fixed.

S&H green stamps. I had paste them into the books.

I only remember the clear bottles at first, then paper cartons. Both of the houses we lived in when I was young had what we called the milk chute. A door on the exterior wall, and one inside the house. It was only large enough to hold 2 half gallons of milk. Since he delivered early, if it was a big order, my mom would leave the interior door open, so the milkman could put as much onto the kitchen floor to deliver the whole order (milk, eggs, cottage cheese, etc.).

I remember the Good Humor truck. The guy pulling the string to ring the bells. No doors on the truck. He came out onto the street, and reached into the small door on the side to get what you wanted, and had the change thing attached to his belt. Around 10, we moved to a new neighborhood. No Good Humor truck there, but a van type truck, and he never came out, just stuck his head out the side window. Wasn't the same. As a side note, we had milk delivered to our house 3 days a week until I was a teenager, and during the summer, when I was very young, the milkman would give us chunks of ice.

I like em. Guacamole, or occasionally sliced on something. Have to try @azdr0710 mashed version.

I've contacted a few guys via RM email, and a couple by text with a brief description of myself to ascertain interest. Most have very kindly responded. Just a few never did. I simply figure those who don't respond, are answering not interested. Sometimes, what's not said says more.

When I first moved to Chicago in the late 80's, I was shocked to learn that some of the banks were closed on Wednesday. Talman was one of them. For a long time, car dealers in Detroit were closed both Saturday and Sunday. During the week, they closed at 6pm, except for Tuesday and Thursday, open till 9pm.

You're correct about the 7/11 name. As a kid, I remember they opened a "super market" near our house. Eventually put the small "grocery store" (it only had 2 check-out lanes) out of business. I remember going to the super market in the evening with my mother. I had to go to help carry the bags because she never learned to drive. I'd guess the super market closed around 9pm. I don't remember going to the grocery store in the evening, but I still remember more about it, like what a great deli counter it had, and better baked goods.

He used to go by Danielzx.

Being There

LOL. There's a voyeur (to one extent or another) in all of us.