My only worst experience was with Mike-guy from New York back in the 1990's. He was visiting San Francisco and advertised in the B.A.R. I liked his look and booked a time. He was staying at Vaseline Arms on Sanchez Street in the Castro. I remember he had a bandage over his calf muscle. Anyway, I paid up front for the first, and only time, and we began. Suddenly, he wanted to move over here . . . .let's do it over there . . . and on and on. Finally, I had enough went to take back some of the money and he was pissed. He threatened to throw me through a wall if I touched that money. It was really bad. So, I left unsatisfied and out some money.