nycman

He’s cute, eager, and fun. Not as ripped as the pics but still in good shape.

It’s worth the trip. The show is stunning. Of course, they bend over backwards to push the "possible gay" aspect. Because…well….today you can’t put on a show that’s not swimming in fem, gay, trans meaning. The homo aspect is obvious to anyone with eyes. The wink wink, nod nod, DEI hand wringing is tedious. Nonetheless, it manages to be an amazing show. Mostly because the King loaned some stellar pieces.

No, just a worn out pansy.

I think you nailed it. Hacienda falls into the BbB category. "Beautiful but Boring". I tried to "make friends" there both at breakfast and in the pool. It was pointless. They all seemed painfully freighted that I dared to say "Hello". It was almost like they wanted to interact but lacked even the most basic social skills required to do so. But if all you want is a beautiful place to relax (with a stellar and friendly crew), it’s very nice.

Holy crap, was it really that barren in the audience? It looks like the pic was taken during the production. Granted I’m not a Met regular, but I’ve never seen it so sparsely attended.

Btw, the restaurant mentioned in the article (https://www.tatiananyc.com), sucks balls. Afro-Caribbean food "inspired’ by NYC Bodegas. You know where you can get good "Bodega inspired" food in NYC?…..in just about any NYC Bodega. It’s a ridiculous rip off. NYTimes #1 restaurant two years in a row? It’s a sad joke. Don't worry about it too much though, because even if you wanted to try it, you’ll never get in. The sea of lemmings begging to get in and appear "cool", will fill the place to the brim for years to come.

The goofy pics didn’t clue you in?

"Thank you". Learning to take a compliment is an important part of becoming a man. Regardless of whether your (w)hole is pretty or not.

"Unfortunately my plans have changed and I won’t be able to make our appointment". Better? I’ve edited the original as well, lest anyone cut and paste the error.

"Unfortunately my plans have changed and I won’t be able to make our appointment". Period. Full stop. Never complain, never explain.

Abort, and start using your big head.

Holy crap, that was you in town yesterday? God, I wanted to run you over. grin

People don’t consider you a "happy" person….do they?

Don’t wanna be a sad old gay man?….then don’t be a sad old gay man. It really is that simple. Don’t overthink it.

It sounds like you think those are two different groups of people? grin “Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

I don’t think you understand how math (or Russian Roulette for that matter) works, but good luck.

Statistics aren’t shaming and they don’t care about your feelings. They’re facts. Sex is always a game of Russian Roulette. I’m just pointing out how many bullets are in the chamber. Best of luck.

… and they’re going bankrupt. Coincidence? wsj.com WWW.WSJ.COM

As my father once said to me when I asked for a loan, "Son, if the bank doesn’t think you’re a good risk, why the fuck should I?" He had a point and I learned a lesson. Whenever someone asks me for a loan, I either say "no" or I give them the money and never expect it back. I will not ask nor hint to be repaid. I will however, never make another "loan" until the first one is repaid. So far that has worked for me. I’m not an ass about helping others. But I’m also not a sucker. And in general our friendships have remained intact. Whether or not they repaid me.

I’m sorry but those pictures HAVE to be ancient. I’m sure (or hope?) he still looks good, but I doubt he still looks THAT good. And for the record, if he can maintain 63 5 star reviews….some of you 4.9 star whores are doing something WRONG.

How dare you question the wisdom of Shakespeare?!?!? Troglodyte. (and yes I had to look up the spelling of that word….what’s your point?) grin

Chalk it up as a lesson. "Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry." - Polonius, Hamlet Scene 1, Act 3