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If you feel somehow uncomfortable with your weight, I suggest to be upfront with the provider and see how he reacts about it. If he is not okay with your weight, he is not worth your time. As a provider, I would never reject a client because of his weight. The things I expect from a client are respect, politeness, good hygiene, and being std clean.

As an overweight client, it's always a worry for me. Thankfully, I have yet to message someone who had an issue when I told him in my initial contact. I do stick to well known (on here) escorts so that could be why I have been fortunate.

Number 22, regarding maids stealing, is something I tell people all the time. Maids aren't going to risk jail for a twenty laying around even in a casino hotel. Never once had any money I left in room "disappeared." I mark tips with a note under the cash so they know it's theirs and that is all they ever take. The problem now is I have remember to keep paper on hand because they have removed the pads due to the pandemic.

Number 22, regarding maids stealing, is something I tell people all the time. Maids aren't going to risk jail for a twenty laying around even in a casino hotel. Never once had any money I left in room "disappeared." I mark tips with a note under the cash so they know it's theirs and that is all they ever take. The problem now is I have remember to keep paper on hand because they have removed the pads due to the pandemic.

Mindfuck
noun
a disturbing or extremely confusing experience, in particular one that is caused by deliberate psychological manipulation.
verb
greatly confuse or psychologically disturb (someone).
 
Okay, students, let’s continue.
 
We are both spent - physically, emotionally (at least I am) and my balls are definitely drained. The slamming of hotel doors wakes us around 9.  We agree that single showers are in order and by 10, we’re on the prowl for food. Like starving.
We head over to a favorite breakfast cafe of mine, and order way too much - like pancakes and eggs and a shit load of bacon. We make small talk the whole time. Like the minute we left the hotel, the plug was pulled. No more talk about “cadre” no more flirting, no more ass grabbing, no more kissing. Actually it was helping my head get screwed back on.
We finish and arrive back at the gym parking lot. “Ni Bien Ni Mal” by Bad Bunny is playing on the radio  - jeez, the irony.
Silence.
HD stares at my stare.
He reaches his hand and pulls my head close. No tongue - just lips, soft, sweet, warm, as we both breathe the same air. Fuck.
He says he needs a minute.
Silence.
Okay, now I’m definitely paraphrasing here on out ‘cause the mindfuck is still lingering.
He starts to apologize and I tell him to stop.
He says right after we met, like pre-pandemic, he started seeing me as a potential client. And came close to buying me a drink and offering the “cadre” product. But then he said after we reconnected it was totally different. He saw me as a potential member of “cadre” and decided to pursue me in that manner. And here’s where the mindfuck really gets intense.
He said that after our “experience” he’s not sure if this is right for either of us.
What the hell are you saying, I almost scream at him!
He wanted to see if our “experience” was worthy of marketing to his clients. Apparently he checks out the men of “cadre” as any good CEO would do. But somewhere along the way (his words) the switch got flipped. He said after the shower scene (haha) he wanted to tell me the whole story, take me home and ... (he didn’t finish the sentence).
More deafening silence.
I have to piss. Too much coffee.
We go inside the gym for relief. There’s a lounge area and we settle in and continue but of course we can’t talk at all.
He says he needs to go.
I tell him the story isn’t over.
He smiles and starts walking away.
I follow outside and head to my car which is parked almost next to the Jeep. 
I get in - he pulls up, rolls down the window.
“You gonna work out tomorrow?”
Yes, I say. 
He grins and gives me the finger and drives off.
———-
I got home about 10 minutes later, and started putting all this together. No texts from HD and not sure where this is going. 
I think I need some down time. Some mindfuck ointment. 
 
Thank you, gentlemen of the Forum for your kind words,  comments and encouragement. I have to agree this might make a decent story and I never believed that truth is stranger than fiction. Until now.

Yes, it was sans condom, but no, he pulled out.
Okay, so we’re on the bed, soaking up the afterglow and HD grabs a blunt from his bag. Perfect. So we share and relax and I am fighting sleep like crazy. ‘Cause after I have sex, I sleep!
HD says, “you okay?”
At this point, I’m going to switch to just plain text instead of dialogue quotes - gonna be a lot easier. This is pretty much how I remember it. Here goes.
Me-Yeah, you?
HD-You’re curious, aren’t you. I can tell.
M-Still can’t figure how a hot guy like you, who could get any man or woman, would want to spend an evening and a shit load of money on an old fart like me - makes no goddamn sense
H-I like you! You’re a cool guy - you’re smart as hell, better looking than you give yourself credit for, and we have a lot of similar interests
M-And you, my sexy friend, are full of shit (laughing)
—and now we have a long smoke-filled pause, and I’m really having a hard time staying awake—
H-True confessions?
(Oh fuck, now what?)
M-About time.
H-Selling cars is not my main source of income.
M-FBI? CIA? IRS?
H-You got me.  —  I sell experiences.
M-Dude, stop fucking with me.
H-Did you, or did you not, have an experience this evening? A fun experience.
M-Stupid question (probably shouldn’t have said that)
H-There are a lot of men, and women, who have so much fucking money, but no fun experiences or anyone to share them with. So I broker experiences.
M-(fully awake) Go on.
H-How much do you think tonight cost? Tickets, food, drinks, hotel (which was your idea) weed, etc. A grand?
M-Sounds about right.
H-What if I told you there’s at least 4-5 men, mostly closeted, who would pay 3 or 4 times that for the same “experience”?
M- 3-4 grand? No fucking way.
H-And women? Even more. Sandy Springs (nearby neighborhood) is full of closeted men, mostly, and lonely or cheating women who are always in the market for an experience. 
M-Okay, I think. So I guess the question is, how much fucking money will tonight’s experience cost me, and do you take American Express? (Heart is racing - this is starting to get really weird) (and I make some nervous laughter)
H-Goddamn it - what the hell’s wrong with you? I told you, I like you! I just fucked your brains out - which by the way was amazing. I don’t want to charge you, dumbass, I want to hire you!

The bottom picture is 😍

It’s the low cost airline pricing model. You want a designated seat? That’s extra. You want hold baggage? That’s extra. You want a crappy sandwich? That’s extra....
Those airlines are cheap for a reason. Fly with a decent airline if you want full service. Same applies with providers. 

Good morning, guys! Sorry I did not get back to you all before but as soon as I came back from the trip, I spent almost 2 weeks packing and just finished unpacking. I moved from one city to another. I am glad everything is fine now.
Yes, the trip happened and it was amazing. I was in Chicago for 5 days, loved the city, and everything. I used the advices you guys gave and thankfully everything went well. We spent some quality time together and also had our private times too. We did a lot of tour in the city, went to restaurants, etc. 
Again, thank you all for your time and kindness. You guys helped me soo much. And again, sorry for my delayed response.

I am definitely younger, probably by a couple of decades, than you. I knew very little about my gym teacher's life outside of school and certainly never saw any skin but his arms and legs that were never covered by his shirts and shorts. If I had gotten a glimpse of his penis, I probably would have had to switch gym classes. Thankfully, by the time I got to high school, discretion was the better part of valor when changing. I don't think I could have handled being naked in front of my classmates. I got ridiculed for enough things back then.
I think everyone would have wanted a brother like Wally. And parents like the Cleavers for that matter.

I am certainly itching to get back to Broadway. Wouldn't mind meeting up with a few of you for a night out.

He did. I haven't purchased it yet but plan to. I love nerdy types in glasses and I find him really hot. Plus his hair is awesome. Unfortunately, he's married to a woman. ?

Can I hire him, please? Seriously where do you find these pictures? 

I am definitely younger, probably by a couple of decades, than you. I knew very little about my gym teacher's life outside of school and certainly never saw any skin but his arms and legs that were never covered by his shirts and shorts. If I had gotten a glimpse of his penis, I probably would have had to switch gym classes. Thankfully, by the time I got to high school, discretion was the better part of valor when changing. I don't think I could have handled being naked in front of my classmates. I got ridiculed for enough things back then.
I think everyone would have wanted a brother like Wally. And parents like the Cleavers for that matter.

Did your gym teacher have curly blind hair? Maybe it's the same as mine. He had some damn fine muscles that were clearly visible under his shirts. I also had a huge crush on Wally when I watched reruns of Leave It to Beaver.

Watching wrestling as a child was my first realization I was attracted to men.

He's gorgeous.

John Wayne Was Super Attractive In 1930

He's gorgeous.

It's an oldie, but no less valid for its age, those that mind don't matter, and those that matter don't mind.

So...  You'll have sex with a perfect stranger, but a face pic is too personal?
Quite literally, you are selling yourself as the product.  Your face is a huge contingent of that sale.  While I understand not putting your face pic in your general listing, it's definitely unique to say you 'never' send a face pic before meeting a client.
My view is that you will not have as well-rounded a business as you might have without that face pic.  If you're willing to give up a decent chunk of what could be incredibly profitable repeat clients, then so be it.  That is your call.
In your initial post, you say it's very personal to give someone a face pic.  This is a personal business.  Get comfortable.

That is a definite BFE in my book.
 

You are there to be sexually gratified.  He is there to give you that gratification and perhaps have some himself.  And then there is the cash for him, always gratifying to him.     So like any other purchase, in this case his time and expertise, you need to ask for the bells and whistles you want.  Or...you can simply say, to him, please go with my flow and then flow like a river.    You are paying to have a good time.  So have a good time.  Do not expect him to be a mindreader but he should be able to read your body, your vocal reactions and your intentions.  If he fails to do that, then just say, in your sultriest voice, turn that hot muscle ass around and sit on my face you fucking animal....if that is what you want. 
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Here's hoping. I'm scheduled to fly to London in late August to complete my postponed birthday trip. I have little desire to push it back again even though I wouldn't mind staying 39 for one more year.

This is the real issue. I am fortunate to live in an area where even though it is majority Republican, vaccine uptake is above the national average with roughly 60% having received at least one dose. Still, you don't know who is and isn't vaccinated. Until cases here are no higher than single digits per day, my mask is staying on indoors.