Epigonos

WilliamM believe me when I say that you were not treated any differently than about 99% of the people who casually encountered RFK. Bobby was the ONE Kennedy who was totally devoid of small talk with strangers. He simply had to have time to get to know and trust someone. Once that happened he was a totally different person. At the end of my first week working with him I couldn't stand him. Beginning the second week everything began to change. Once he realized I could be trusted to produce what he wanted and keep my mouth shut regarding the campaign I was IN. He insisted I call him Bobby NOT Mr. Kennedy and although small talk was never his thing he became much more communicative and friendly. He was probably the most difficult person for whom I have ever worked. He was a workaholic and expected those around him to be the same. I was only nineteen and lived at home with my parents and thus I had the time to invest in the campaign and he quickly came to genuinely appreciate my dedication and effort. At the end of the convention he offered me a job with the transition team but was extremely supportive when I turn him down saying I needed to return to school.
 
P.S. I admired and damn near worshiped JFK. I admired and respected RFK. At the time I thought Teddy Kennedy was a dumb shit but after the Chappaquiddick incident he eventually matured into a damn effective United States Senator.

Well if you are going to consider politicians celebrities then I met and came to know all of the original Kennedy family. I quit school in the fall of 1960 and went to work for the JFK campaign in the West Lake District of Los Angeles. Teddy Kennedy arrived, in the late spring, to lead the Western United Sates campaign. He was just a kid and was very inexperienced and not very good at that time. During the 1960 Democratic Convention, here in Los Angeles, I worked as a personal assistant to Robert Kennedy. All of the Kennedy sister were in and out of the office so I got to know all of them quite well. My favorite of all was Robert's wife Ethel. She was totally down to earth and great fun.
I met JFK several times at the convention hotel, the Biltmore, in downtown, at various cocktail parties, and a special party, after his nomination, for a small group of campaign workers. There he signed, one of my most prized possessions, a copy of "Profiles in Courage".

WilliamM believe me when I say that you were not treated any differently than about 99% of the people who casually encountered RFK. Bobby was the ONE Kennedy who was totally devoid of small talk with strangers. He simply had to have time to get to know and trust someone. Once that happened he was a totally different person. At the end of my first week working with him I couldn't stand him. Beginning the second week everything began to change. Once he realized I could be trusted to produce what he wanted and keep my mouth shut regarding the campaign I was IN. He insisted I call him Bobby NOT Mr. Kennedy and although small talk was never his thing he became much more communicative and friendly. He was probably the most difficult person for whom I have ever worked. He was a workaholic and expected those around him to be the same. I was only nineteen and lived at home with my parents and thus I had the time to invest in the campaign and he quickly came to genuinely appreciate my dedication and effort. At the end of the convention he offered me a job with the transition team but was extremely supportive when I turn him down saying I needed to return to school.
 
P.S. I admired and damn near worshiped JFK. I admired and respected RFK. At the time I thought Teddy Kennedy was a dumb shit but after the Chappaquiddick incident he eventually matured into a damn effective United States Senator.

Matt Damon at Spago's in Beverly Hill a few years ago. Right after my order arrived and I began to eat someone taped me on the shoulder. When I turn it was Damon. He asked if the short ribs I was eating were good. I said outstanding, we then exchanged a few pleasantries before he turned back to order the short ribs from his server. He came across as one of the nicest guys you would ever want to meet. A very positive experience.

WilliamM believe me when I say that you were not treated any differently than about 99% of the people who casually encountered RFK. Bobby was the ONE Kennedy who was totally devoid of small talk with strangers. He simply had to have time to get to know and trust someone. Once that happened he was a totally different person. At the end of my first week working with him I couldn't stand him. Beginning the second week everything began to change. Once he realized I could be trusted to produce what he wanted and keep my mouth shut regarding the campaign I was IN. He insisted I call him Bobby NOT Mr. Kennedy and although small talk was never his thing he became much more communicative and friendly. He was probably the most difficult person for whom I have ever worked. He was a workaholic and expected those around him to be the same. I was only nineteen and lived at home with my parents and thus I had the time to invest in the campaign and he quickly came to genuinely appreciate my dedication and effort. At the end of the convention he offered me a job with the transition team but was extremely supportive when I turn him down saying I needed to return to school.
 
P.S. I admired and damn near worshiped JFK. I admired and respected RFK. At the time I thought Teddy Kennedy was a dumb shit but after the Chappaquiddick incident he eventually matured into a damn effective United States Senator.

When I win the lottery all my escorts will get $500/hr... minimum...

Well if you are going to consider politicians celebrities then I met and came to know all of the original Kennedy family. I quit school in the fall of 1960 and went to work for the JFK campaign in the West Lake District of Los Angeles. Teddy Kennedy arrived, in the late spring, to lead the Western United Sates campaign. He was just a kid and was very inexperienced and not very good at that time. During the 1960 Democratic Convention, here in Los Angeles, I worked as a personal assistant to Robert Kennedy. All of the Kennedy sister were in and out of the office so I got to know all of them quite well. My favorite of all was Robert's wife Ethel. She was totally down to earth and great fun.
I met JFK several times at the convention hotel, the Biltmore, in downtown, at various cocktail parties, and a special party, after his nomination, for a small group of campaign workers. There he signed, one of my most prized possessions, a copy of "Profiles in Courage".

Well if you are going to consider politicians celebrities then I met and came to know all of the original Kennedy family. I quit school in the fall of 1960 and went to work for the JFK campaign in the West Lake District of Los Angeles. Teddy Kennedy arrived, in the late spring, to lead the Western United Sates campaign. He was just a kid and was very inexperienced and not very good at that time. During the 1960 Democratic Convention, here in Los Angeles, I worked as a personal assistant to Robert Kennedy. All of the Kennedy sister were in and out of the office so I got to know all of them quite well. My favorite of all was Robert's wife Ethel. She was totally down to earth and great fun.
I met JFK several times at the convention hotel, the Biltmore, in downtown, at various cocktail parties, and a special party, after his nomination, for a small group of campaign workers. There he signed, one of my most prized possessions, a copy of "Profiles in Courage".

Well if you are going to consider politicians celebrities then I met and came to know all of the original Kennedy family. I quit school in the fall of 1960 and went to work for the JFK campaign in the West Lake District of Los Angeles. Teddy Kennedy arrived, in the late spring, to lead the Western United Sates campaign. He was just a kid and was very inexperienced and not very good at that time. During the 1960 Democratic Convention, here in Los Angeles, I worked as a personal assistant to Robert Kennedy. All of the Kennedy sister were in and out of the office so I got to know all of them quite well. My favorite of all was Robert's wife Ethel. She was totally down to earth and great fun.
I met JFK several times at the convention hotel, the Biltmore, in downtown, at various cocktail parties, and a special party, after his nomination, for a small group of campaign workers. There he signed, one of my most prized possessions, a copy of "Profiles in Courage".

Matt Damon at Spago's in Beverly Hill a few years ago. Right after my order arrived and I began to eat someone taped me on the shoulder. When I turn it was Damon. He asked if the short ribs I was eating were good. I said outstanding, we then exchanged a few pleasantries before he turned back to order the short ribs from his server. He came across as one of the nicest guys you would ever want to meet. A very positive experience.

If I remember correctly and god knows I might not I believe it is verboten, on this site, to openly post photographs with models sporting erections.

I guess even though I've paid $500 many times, I've never paid that HOURLY.
 
Now, I've hired *plenty* of gentlemen who quoted well over $300-500 as their advertised "rate", but I've always discussed a "session" or "visit" rate. My fellow SoCal poster @Epigonos books in a similar manner I believe
 
Sometimes yes that's for an hour, usually due to no chemistry or a dishonest advertiser in my hotel or bedroom room so it's "goodbye" early on. More often than not I get 90-120 minutes for the quoted/agreed rate, we chat, freshen up, fun, chat some more. Maybe a meal...
 
I've had incredible luck the last 25 years (yikes that long?!) booking "sessions". Don't assume (or at least I don't) that the advertised rate is per hour. It might be, and you might be hiring a clock watcher? But often in the initial comms that can be worked with.
 
Never forget these guys are human first. Respect goes a long way in discussing donations and plans.

Great face, great body, great cock but too high a fee for me. I'd be interested to see what type of multiple hour break he "might" offer.

Reran the numbers...
 
In summary, from February to October:

The average incall rate is up to $231, average outcall rate is up to $255 and average blended rate is $246... up about 10%.
Position of "Ask me" saw the largest rate increase - from $163 to $215 though the low number of profiles probably makes that statistically ambiguous. Tops/versatiles/bottoms all went up about the same with bottoms slightly higher.
 
The increase was even across ethnicity's, in/out and visitors/home.
 
For grins I matched rate to size.... the median profile size is 8 inches. For the profiles stating under the 8 inch median the rate is $39/inch; for the profiles of 8 inches or more the rate is $27/inch. I'm not sure any meaningful conclusions can be drawn from this other than a setup for a punchline.

This is all of questionable statistical significance because the data is so fluid, with guys coming and going, so I wouldn't tie anything of importance to it.

Jesus H Christ guys retract your claws and give these guys a break. Not only does Hunter Lee post on this site but he has been well reviewed by jawjateck who is well known for having impeccable taste in escorts. So maybe these guys aren’t your types but why the need to beat them to death with all sorts of mean assumptions

Kevin I couldn't agree more but then I loath most of Wagner.

Kevin I couldn't agree more but then I loath most of Wagner.

As I’ve stated many time on many different threads on this site I’m 74 and there isn’t a damn thing I can or want to do about it. We seniors, I really don’t like that categorizing word; can ONLY be marginalized if WE allow ourselves to be. Why should I, or for that matter the woman in the photograph, care what some twenty something dumb ass bimbo or himbo thinks of us. Additionally, if the subjects face is recognizable in the photograph the bimbo has opened herself up to a major law suit.
 
My mirror, my eyes and my body have always determined what I did and what I do wear. When I was 26 years old I had 11¾ -inch arms and I NEVER wore short sleeve shirts; when I was 36 years old I had 18-inch arms and I NEVER wore long sleeve shirts; now I’m about to be 76 and I wear whatever I damn well please. One day when I was 26 I was going to the beach with a group of friends and I put on a speedo bathing suit; I looked into the mirror and immediately said to myself this isn’t me. I took off the speedo and put on a boxer type bathing suit and happily when to the beach. Now if I go into the pool at the Palm Springs Pool Party I wear nothing.
 
I used to tell my students that: 1.) When we were small children we did what and wore what the adult in our lives wanted. 2.) When we became adolescents we did what and wore what our peers wanted, and 3.) When we became adult we did what and wore what we wanted. Unfortunately some people never go beyond stage 1 and some never go beyond stage 2.
 
Frankly people at all stages of our lives in this society and that includes “seniors”, spend far too much time worrying about what others thing of us. I have finally reached a stage in my life where my attitude, excluding a small group of family and friends, is fuck’m

As I’ve stated many time on many different threads on this site I’m 74 and there isn’t a damn thing I can or want to do about it. We seniors, I really don’t like that categorizing word; can ONLY be marginalized if WE allow ourselves to be. Why should I, or for that matter the woman in the photograph, care what some twenty something dumb ass bimbo or himbo thinks of us. Additionally, if the subjects face is recognizable in the photograph the bimbo has opened herself up to a major law suit.
 
My mirror, my eyes and my body have always determined what I did and what I do wear. When I was 26 years old I had 11¾ -inch arms and I NEVER wore short sleeve shirts; when I was 36 years old I had 18-inch arms and I NEVER wore long sleeve shirts; now I’m about to be 76 and I wear whatever I damn well please. One day when I was 26 I was going to the beach with a group of friends and I put on a speedo bathing suit; I looked into the mirror and immediately said to myself this isn’t me. I took off the speedo and put on a boxer type bathing suit and happily when to the beach. Now if I go into the pool at the Palm Springs Pool Party I wear nothing.
 
I used to tell my students that: 1.) When we were small children we did what and wore what the adult in our lives wanted. 2.) When we became adolescents we did what and wore what our peers wanted, and 3.) When we became adult we did what and wore what we wanted. Unfortunately some people never go beyond stage 1 and some never go beyond stage 2.
 
Frankly people at all stages of our lives in this society and that includes “seniors”, spend far too much time worrying about what others thing of us. I have finally reached a stage in my life where my attitude, excluding a small group of family and friends, is fuck’m

As I’ve stated many time on many different threads on this site I’m 74 and there isn’t a damn thing I can or want to do about it. We seniors, I really don’t like that categorizing word; can ONLY be marginalized if WE allow ourselves to be. Why should I, or for that matter the woman in the photograph, care what some twenty something dumb ass bimbo or himbo thinks of us. Additionally, if the subjects face is recognizable in the photograph the bimbo has opened herself up to a major law suit.
 
My mirror, my eyes and my body have always determined what I did and what I do wear. When I was 26 years old I had 11¾ -inch arms and I NEVER wore short sleeve shirts; when I was 36 years old I had 18-inch arms and I NEVER wore long sleeve shirts; now I’m about to be 76 and I wear whatever I damn well please. One day when I was 26 I was going to the beach with a group of friends and I put on a speedo bathing suit; I looked into the mirror and immediately said to myself this isn’t me. I took off the speedo and put on a boxer type bathing suit and happily when to the beach. Now if I go into the pool at the Palm Springs Pool Party I wear nothing.
 
I used to tell my students that: 1.) When we were small children we did what and wore what the adult in our lives wanted. 2.) When we became adolescents we did what and wore what our peers wanted, and 3.) When we became adult we did what and wore what we wanted. Unfortunately some people never go beyond stage 1 and some never go beyond stage 2.
 
Frankly people at all stages of our lives in this society and that includes “seniors”, spend far too much time worrying about what others thing of us. I have finally reached a stage in my life where my attitude, excluding a small group of family and friends, is fuck’m

As I’ve stated many time on many different threads on this site I’m 74 and there isn’t a damn thing I can or want to do about it. We seniors, I really don’t like that categorizing word; can ONLY be marginalized if WE allow ourselves to be. Why should I, or for that matter the woman in the photograph, care what some twenty something dumb ass bimbo or himbo thinks of us. Additionally, if the subjects face is recognizable in the photograph the bimbo has opened herself up to a major law suit.
 
My mirror, my eyes and my body have always determined what I did and what I do wear. When I was 26 years old I had 11¾ -inch arms and I NEVER wore short sleeve shirts; when I was 36 years old I had 18-inch arms and I NEVER wore long sleeve shirts; now I’m about to be 76 and I wear whatever I damn well please. One day when I was 26 I was going to the beach with a group of friends and I put on a speedo bathing suit; I looked into the mirror and immediately said to myself this isn’t me. I took off the speedo and put on a boxer type bathing suit and happily when to the beach. Now if I go into the pool at the Palm Springs Pool Party I wear nothing.
 
I used to tell my students that: 1.) When we were small children we did what and wore what the adult in our lives wanted. 2.) When we became adolescents we did what and wore what our peers wanted, and 3.) When we became adult we did what and wore what we wanted. Unfortunately some people never go beyond stage 1 and some never go beyond stage 2.
 
Frankly people at all stages of our lives in this society and that includes “seniors”, spend far too much time worrying about what others thing of us. I have finally reached a stage in my life where my attitude, excluding a small group of family and friends, is fuck’m

I believe photo 1 is a cock shot and I don't have a clue how to determine age from that photo. At my age (75) the age of an escort is no big deal as long as he is younger than I am and nearly the whole damn world is.

Picture #1 is a cock shot, if you've gained access to his single photo private gallery. Otherwise if viewing public photos only Photo #1 of 4 is the "selfie" of him in sunglasses., and yeah that's a rough 27 years old.

I believe photo 1 is a cock shot and I don't have a clue how to determine age from that photo. At my age (75) the age of an escort is no big deal as long as he is younger than I am and nearly the whole damn world is.

Just received a positive response from Jay regarding my email. I'm more than a little surprised that he accepted my proposal. He seems very nice and we agreed to set up a get together after I return from vacation the end of this month.