relax man

Are you a chubby chaser?

For a moment I wondered why you'd rather go shopping for cookware.  Got mixed up between Burke Williams and Williams Sonoma.  $185 at Williams Sonoma won't get you much either.

Again, that’s not what it’s about.  Not a single person has blamed P_A for preferences or market dynamics. And unless I’m missing something, nobody has expressed any neediness or victim mentality.  People are just trying to call out and hopefully reduce some lame, immature troll-like behavior.  Anyway, this is just a circular conversation at this point, so I’m out. ✌️ 

No, that’s not what happened or why people are upset. The fact that older masseurs are not part of the standard business massage parlor model was actually acknowledged by the original poster which is why he was asking for some exceptions that may have some older masseurs on staff. 
You replied with a crass restaurant analogy that was basically a false equivalency; nobody wants old food and clearly many people reading the forum prefer older masseurs for a variety of reasons, regardless of whether or not you think it’s a fetish.  Then you doubled down with more immature, inflammatory comments (“stale bread” “old-man fetish” etc), and insisted you that all you did was state a “FACT.”
To put it more simply, you yucked somebody’s yum, and that’s just lame, unproductive, and not in the spirit of the forum. 

Thanks so much!  I really love Masseur Finder and the others.  I hope the implications in my original post showed that I do know  finding an older guy in a parlour is rare, which is why I decided to create a topic listing to do a broader search to see if anyone has specific experience with older guys at any of the parlors (they do).  It's not lost on me that most older guys also probably care more about their reputation and are smart enough to want to keep their own money (which is something younger guys aren't thinking through just yet).  This is the same reason why younger guys are more prevalent in porn, but it also speaks to the larger demand of people who prefer to look at and pretend to be adored by youthful looking people.  One doesn't need to do too deep of a dive to recognize why this is, specifically in America.  
Anyway, to everyone who has messaged, thank you.  Keep messaging me and I'll post regular updates.  

And to @pubic_assistance -- I hope you understand that when you're talking within your community of other gay men (or queer, however you want to identify this group), you should recognize that our bond is special and should be protected.  To liken older people to stale bread, old food, or just a fetish is so beyond insulting to the people who quite literally had to fight for their lives to exist. They are beautiful and should be respected, not made fun of.  It saddens me you can't see this.  
Maybe you're afraid of growing old, maybe you resent being older, I don't know.  But whatever it is, I hope you can try and heal whatever is inside of you that makes you feel entitled to be negative.  I hope that when/if you are older, you will be shown love and respect by people of all ages.
 

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

I have to disagree - I'd say you're more likely to get extras from someone advertising on RentMasseur than you would on MasseurFinder. 

Yea, I don't agree with that analogy.  It's gross and ageist.  

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

Nothing here but an expensive case of blue balls.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

I have no words.  No wait, yes I do.
You nasty.  You nasty and you lazy.  You could have just excused yourself and gone to the restroom, but you’re so entitled that you expected the masseur to just be totally ok with having to smell your fart.  And then you have the nerve to act like you’re the one who’s been wronged.
Seriously, you nasty.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

If you have time to casually announce that you’re going to cut the stilton, you have time to get up and use the restroom.  Nobody’s saying people don’t fart; just be respectful of other people.  It’s not your place to decide for others whether they should be ok with having to smell your rank internal organ odor.  Massage therapists didn’t sign up for that.
I’m still in total disbelief that the OP thinks it was the masseur’s reaction that killed the mood, and not his proclamation of flatulence.

The worst massage I'd ever had was so horrible, I think my brain tries to burn the memory of it to do me a favor, but here goes.
The guy was out back hanging clothes on a clothes line when I got there. The house was filthy. A dog kept licking my fingers throughout. Then the masseur left, and I was hoping it was going to take the animal out of the room, but he went to - get this - get plastic wrap for putting over my penis to keep my ejaculation from making too much of a mess. If you've never had the feeling of material made for wrapping leftover food grinding over the tip of your manhood, consider yourself lucky. He quickly threw it away when I finished, but the dog used it's paw to knock over the trash and start to eat it! This is when I thought this must be what Hell is like if Hell is a nice place.