Except for my dwindling group of regulars, I find myself more often not following up on some of the hotties in my Rentmen reserve. I intend to try out perhaps half a dozen newbies before the end of the year, but that will be in conjunction with non-hobby travels. I’m looking at Tampa and Atlanta.
I’ve been thinking of getting a female mini Aussie and naming her Sydney, even though Aussies originated in Nevada with Basque shepherds. If I get a male dog I may name him Harold. I used to own a Maine Coon named Watson.
Oh jeez, that reminds me of an episode with a cute blond twink about 25 years ago. He “seemed” clean, but, oh Lord, what a mess. Of course, the poor thing was humiliated. The sheets went into the dumpster.
Mr Last Minute here! I haven’t made any reservations yet, though I’d love to attend. I’ll probably be at a Hilton Garden Inn if I don’t get my ass in gear.
I know a lot of dogs, yet I’ve never encountered one with any of these names! I know it’s weird, since I’ve never owned a dog, but I feel a kinship with the dozens of dogs I’ve come to know over the years. I really love them and I think they can tell.
I’ve read that SAT scores are a better indication of future college performance than one’s GPA, given the variability of high school education by district. That said, I’ve always tested well and have generally been perceived as highly intelligent; however, I value my emotional intelligence more.
I used to enjoy some moderate BDSM but I’ve become more vanilla in the past ten years. When I was a dom, it was amazing how many college guys I could get for free.
I also suspect that the pandemic is being used as an excuse to cut services that will never be restored. We’re going to have to get used to a meaner world, I fear, except for the uber-rich.