nycman

I once had a massage at the Bellagio in Vegas. Beautiful spa. The masseur asked if I had any problem areas he should focus on. I was having serious issues with my pyriformus muscle (for those that don’t know that’s deep in your ass under your glute and it can wreak havoc). Although I didn’t know at the time what it was...I knew my ass hurt deep under my glute. I informed the masseur where it hurt.....he then proceeded to give me a terrible 9o min massage that never got below my belly button or above my knees. If I wasn’t in such pain and paying a fortune, it would have been almost comical. Obviously, zero tip but I should have complained to the manager. If your going to be a masseur, you better be comfortable massaging one of the largest muscles in the human body on any client.

I’ve known quite a few gorgeous priests. Most of them were also major flirts. I never deflowered the rose....but damn I had fun looking and admiring them.

It’s unfair to judge Frasier though the lens of time. In its day it was very progressive....and more importantly...funny. I’ve always loved one of the writers.....Joe Keenan I adored his first two books.....Blue Heaven and Putting on the Ritz. Then suddenly he disapppeard and I couldn’t find anything more he had written anywhere. Imagine my surprise when I was watching Frasier late one night and his name pops up in the credits as a writer for the show. Given his writing style it was the obvious answer to my quest....that was hidden in plain sight.

Wow, thanks for this. I’ve never heard of him before. Interesting that they erected a Millet-Butt fountain in DC not long after the sinking of the Titanic in 1913.....but historians are still vague about wether or not these two confirmed bachelor roommates were gay?!?!. Jesus....their contemporaries built a fucking fountain in DC... and named it after BOTH or them.....how much more evidence do you fucking need?

Can you? Yes. Is it a good idea? No.

While I read it that way as well, I always believe that it’s best to be explicitly clear when talking about money. If I really like an escort, I tend invite them out after we’re finished. “I’m headed to dinner. I’d love to buy you dinner off the clock if you're interested.” It’s certainly less romantic sounding....but then I’ve got no problem telling them to “hit the road Jack”, if after dinner they start in with “but I thought we we’re still on the clock you owe me $600 more” For the record that’s never happened to me so far, but I do believe that’s due in part to clear communication up front.

Pure evil.

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When the door opens...or when my dress hits the floor... Whichever is first! Tricker is when does the appointment end? Rarely had it be an issue with professional men with whom I am having an enjoyable time. On the flip side....I have ended sessions early. If it’s 10-15 minutes and just because the chemistry is off. No big deal. Is it’s 45 minutes to an hour or more because the escort misrepresented himself. The fee gets cut. Up to 100% depending on just how deceitful the escort was. Never had it be an issue. Liars know they are lying.

Thank god I’m not the only smart ass in here!

How did this devolve into a discussion about the career choices of “filthy dirty whores”? And by “dirty filthy whores”....I mean lawyers. Grin

Ahhhh....now I feel bad I didn’t ask Victor “why” when we met.... Then again....once I saw that smile and that ass... I didn’t give a fuck WHY he was doing it... I was just incredibly thankful that he WAS doing it.

I had the exact opposite experience last week.... 4 people at dinner. Simple orders, but you could just tell by the blank stare in the waiters eyes nothing was registering. I even suggested that he write down the orders. “I don’t need to”..... Yep, you guessed it....every single item was fucked up....soup to nuts. I politely suggested to the manager that he encourage that young man to pursue an alternate careeer path.....

Water off a ducks back! Don’t ever let words, especially anonymous ones on the internet, bother you.

I agree. Let’s wait for the toxicology report. Regardless of what people saw, or didn’t see, or thought they saw.... The mass spectrometer doesn’t lie!

Yes, asphyxia will be the immediate cause of death... wether he OD’d on drugs...or just ate too big of a meal in high seas (you don’t really believes this do you?), or both. I’m willing to wait for the toxicology report on this one. I’m not convinced 2 Ambiens are enough to knock you out so hard that you choke on your own vomit and die. Maybe if mixed with lots of alcohol...then maybe. But I suspect there’s more to this story. Unfortunately there’s a man’s life lost too soon...regardless of who wins the “argument”

You realize those two statements contradict each other....right? I know your point was that according to the BF’s story...party drugs didn’t kill him. But even if you believe that....he still died of a “drug overdose”.

Ecclesiastical Ecchymotic Echocardiographic Ectocervical Characteristic Cachectic Chicacabra Oculocephalic Cacciatore

Correction..... We'd rather pay for "great" food...than "ok" sex.

If it's Quenelles you seek....look no further than the last French Grand Dame in NYC.....La Grenouille BBaller, I've love to treat you to lunch any day....and we can discuss my pending adoption over dessert souffles (in the front room only, of course)....grin Oh lord!....I though Le Veau D'or was closed YEARS ago. I have so many fond memories of cutting my French Cuisine baby teeth there. So fucking old school....even decades ago....when I was taken there repeatedly in my misspent youth by certain older "gentlemen" from the Upper East Side. PS Le Veau D'or doesn't have a website that I can find....that makes me SOOOOO happy!

Better than I thought she'd be.... Yes, he voice is a little shrill....but she manages to pull it out over and over. What bothered me more is that her timing and phrasing is just odd. Then again...I never really thought she was great.

I call fuschia...any you bitches wear a fuschia gown...I'll cut ya!

When I show up....it’s an event!

Jesus child! Just tell me where you’re staying and I’ll come personally escort you to the event. Or you could hire an escort to escort you.....I kinda like that idea myself!

Sounds like we hang out with the same crowd....god damned thieving whores! But they sure are fun! And a girl can always buy more Louboutins....priceless memories?....those aren’t so easy to replace.