Maxl

exactly！

Not a Boomer but mine was similar as Dave above, one day after dinner with my mom and I decided to say, but I just couldn't so started getting really anxious and she asked me what was wrong and I just said "I'm gay" and her response was "That's it?" pretty much a non starter.
 
My father was a lot more of an emotional thing, we hugged and it was all very dramatic, but equally accepting.

I honestly don’t think vegan is healthy.
Granted eating red meat every night isn’t healthy either.
Life is about balance.
We are omnivores wether we like it or not.
 
Plus, I’ve never met a vegan where my first thought was...”gee you look healthy”.
It‘s usually more “I wonder if that person knows they have cancer?....oh vegan?.....never mind”.

Good point from 7829V about test reliability. It is a shit show. I had a very sore throat this past Wed and got PCR tested on symptom Day 2 (Thurs) with a 75%-100% probability of false negative. The result was negative. For good measure I just completed a do-over today (Day 5), about the lowest anticipated false negative potential, 20%. And this is an easy exercise compared to random testing without any symptoms.
 
I suspect it is still negative but cannot understand why I felt like crap a few days back since I am considerably confined.
 
The nurse today barely grazed the back of my throat (frustrating!) but at least seemed to take a deep adequate nasal swab.
 
More failsafe is sexual partners that are not cohabiting to self-quarantine for a few weeks prior to hook-up, not practical for escorts and perhaps the same inconvenience level for many clients.

Honestly Kippy it hasn't been a problem. Think of it like going to a Masquerade party lol. People are tired of staying home.

weekend cialis... one time sex viagra.

I feel you! I’ve spent many an hour stalking posters and reading through old comments to try to “feel” like I know them.

He is an escort in Shanghai and also works in a gym.

He is an escort in Shanghai and also works in a gym.

I love to read these stories, but why the Fetish forum?

My first trip to Europe was on Icelandic Airlines, because they had the cheapest fare: JFK to Luxembourg via Keflavik, for $270 roundtrip, an open-ended ticket good for six weeks. I arrived in Luxembourg City in early evening and checked into my hotel, then decided to go for a walk, because I was screwed up by jet lag and not ready to go to sleep. I had a map of the old town and was walking around, when I passed an attractive older man, who saw the map in my hand and asked if I needed help. I explained that I had just arrived, but the tourist sites had closed for the day, so I was just wandering around getting my bearings. He offered to show me around, and after some pleasant banter he led me under a dark bridge in a deserted area. I was young but far from innocent, and when he stopped and turned toward me, I was ready for the grope. The next thing I knew, we were on the ground behind bushes just off the walkway, with our pants partly pushed down, and grinding away. It was over in a few minutes; we pulled ourselves together, he gave me a quick handshake and pointed me the direction back to my hotel, and left me. I had been in Europe only a few hours, and already had my first sex there.
 
My last hours on that trip were very similar. I had decided to spend the last night of my six week tour of Europe in Reykjavik at the Hotel Loftleider, which was owned by the airline. As I waited in the lobby to be taken to the airport for the flight to NY, I made eye contact with an attractive young man in an airline uniform. He got up and headed for the stairs down to the basement, where the hotel restrooms were located. Naturally, I followed him down there, and we had quick sex in a men's room stall. I got back up to the lobby just in time to get the shuttle bus to the airport, for a relaxed flight back to America.

but did he get the wifi fixed?! ?

Fake and Yuck! ?

M

May I order the two on the upper right?

This was back in the early 1990s when I was working for a real estate trade association. We were holding an event for real estate developers during pre-opening of a historic restoration of a property in New Orleans. The property was the former DH Holmes Department Store that had been converted to a Chateau Sonesta hotel. Today that property is the Hyatt French Quarter.
 
I arrived late in the evening during a thunderstorm. There was some flooding issues on Canal Street and the hotel lobby was partly under water. The hotel was in pre-opening mode just getting ramped up and had only a skeleton crew that time of night.
 
The front desk manager was a tall, dark haired guy about my age, late twenties. It was practically kismet. We connected quickly and were seriously cruising each other. Meanwhile the lone bellman was busy mopping up the lobby and trying to keep the rain at bay. Front Desk Guy offers to take me up to my room and tells the bellman to continue dealing with the flooding and not to worry no other guests were expected to Check-In.
 
Cut to the room, which was actually a suite, and no sooner had the door shut that we then grabbed each other and stated making out. We then proceeded to do what two horny gay 20 somethings do and tore up the sheets like the dickens. It was intense. It was dangerous, we both could have gotten fired if caught. It was a blast.
 
Next day was business as usual as we both went about our respective jobs. We didn’t hook up again as I was leaving later in the day as this was a short trip.
 
Upon my return to the office I wrote a letter to the General Manager praising Front Desk Guy for his outstanding customer service and going beyond expectations to welcome a guest to this new hotel. Ah,,,memories. ?

When I was in college in Ann Arbor, I met a guy at a magazine stand. He was looking at men's magazines, saw me, and started talking to me. I was skinny and shy, 21 years old, and taken aback by his friendliness. I was also very innocent. He invited me to his place nearby to talk. We ended up fooling around. I was naive and grateful. He was confident, hairy, and handsome with brown hair, a midwestern friendly face with nice stubble, and a muscular build. He was 22 and also a student and had a job as a bellman at a campus hotel. He told me he often made great tips and had great times messing around with guests. This happened in 1981 and I never forgot it. I have had many fantasies about him and his exploits. I'd read a book of his experiences. Or watch a film. Just sayin'...

The Hilton in Monterey Ca...More years ago than are worth counting. Ordered room service for breakfast, and a rather stunning late twenties college jock arrived as I was coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Me...all of 19 and a bit naive. He brought the meal in, set the table, and leaned over my shoulder and quietly said. "There was a fight in the kitchen, who got to bring you breakfast, I obviously won" He started to laugh, then put a copy of the LA Times down, and said, I noticed you are from LA, so I brought a copy of your local paper. He then went to the closet and got me a robe, which I never got to wear...Ahhhh youth.

It doesn't have to be awkward. I've had many encounters with those I've hired. Sometimes I pretend I don't know them while others we just acknowledged each other with a nod or a quick hello and get on with our business.

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