nycman

Maybe it’s just polite conversation? Don’t overthink it.

God dammit. Ok. OK. OK! I’ll fucking fly to god damned Kanas City….. (starts checking flights….NYC to MCI) Well, at least I finally found a way to burn those Delta miles! Wait!….the #1 TripAdvisor hotel in Kanas City is the fucking Holiday Inn Express?!?! Are you fucking kidding me?!?!? @TruHart1 you better help me find a nice hotel…or we’re fucking at your house!…grin

Nice guy. Super cute. Looks like his pics. A little shy and reserved. He does indeed like Fem Men (which I am not). So our chemistry wasn’t great, but he delivered what I asked for. No complaints.

From that article: "The popular legend that the Eskimos put their old people on ice floes and set them adrift is wrong in detail, but it’s not terribly far off in the broad strokes." "Ice flow" Versus "We move the entire village in the middle of the night while you’re asleep and leave you to die" po-tay-to, po-tah-to…. I feel like we’re saying the same thing.

His (and his brother’s) creations often delighted and terrified me. Frequently at the same time. Any mind that could dream up Sleestaks, Witchiepoo, and Sigmund the Sea Monster….is a genius. RIP.

Indeed. And it’s who I think it is (it was a long time ago), he was over 6’4’’ and had the local nickname of "the world’s biggest bottom". He was also an incredibly kind and gentle man.

I have been on the Queen Mary 2 in 30 Foot seas. Unfortunately, your fear is well-founded. There is no turning back and it can be rough. As @Vegas_Millennial stated above, you really have to take sickness medicines before you get seasick in order for them to be effective. And most of them make you very drowsy. In fact, that’s half of how they work. They make you sleepy, so you don’t really care that you’re bouncing all over the place. Although I’m not very prone to sickness myself, when there’s literally hundreds of people around you vomiting all over the place (including the crew) and you’re bouncing up and down 30 feet in the air for three days straight, it’s pretty much inevitable. In addition, in seas that rough, it’s not really safe to move around the boat so there’s nothing to do. Honestly, I wouldn’t even dream of doing a transatlantic journey on anything other than the QM2. She’s a true ocean liner and she’s built for that stuff. Nonetheless, 30 foot waves are 30 foot waves. She may keep you alive, but you’ll still wish you were dead. Having said all that, I still wouldn’t let it deter from a transatlantic journey on the QM2. The above advice on cabin selection is spot on. If you’re someone who gets seasick walking across the street, then I would start sickness medicine (most likely a scopolamine (Dramamine) patch) the day before I start my journey. Otherwise I would just watch the forecast and ask the crew what the projections were. They usually know pretty well a day or two before how rough the ocean is going to be.

Have you tried upping your headgear game? He seems to be into that….grin

"he was confident he would land a job somewhere, and that he had had “some really greats conversation” with “several stations in the deep south.” You get fired in NYC for inappropriate online videos….and you think you’re going to land a job…in The Deep South?!?!?

I lost it with the tinfoil mermaid in a bathtub…lol

I agree, Prague is just a short trip from Berlin, but I’ll play devil’s advocate. The Prague boys do nothing for me. Admittedly I don’t like twinks or blondes. Nonetheless, the Prague boys always seem to over promise and under delivery. It’s like going out on a hundred prom dates with girls who think they’re sexy/sluty but in reality they’re just boring. Whereas Berlin is like being a freshman in college and dating a college senior who confidently blows your mind. It’s the most sex positive environment I’ve ever experienced. Very little judgements and lots of fun. Confident. Sexy. Men. Obviously, it all depends on your tastes and who you meet. I alway say "it only takes one man to change your whole attitude about a place". Maybe I just haven’t met "the one" in Prague.

Is that like hugging my Aunt Bertie at Christmas? Hard Pass.

because sometimes the cute little eye roll emoji…just isn’t enough.

It’s tricky. I always try to give with an open hand, but a simple "thank you" card goes a long way towards insuring that same generosity is there the next time an "unexpected need" arises. And it always does arise eventually. To me the worst is finding out that your generosity to help a relative "pay the rent" was instead used to fund a vacation in Florida because "it’s been a really stressful time for us and we felt like we deserved it" (no joke).

Now there’s a body that can make any gay happy! Top, bottom or sideways. That ass? On a 6’6’’ Brazilian man? Be still my heart!

"I also offer overnight cuddling…." How cute is that? I have to admit there are times in my life when I’m more turned on by that than a rock hard dancer’s ass.

You don’t get invited to parties much…do you?

They’re spending $5 Million….funding a farming program….in Queens? The very definition of a pork barrel project. The best part is they’re calling it a "donation". Asswipes…when you spend tax payer’s money…it’s not a"‘donation".

"Every generation throws a hero up the pop charts."

Because you want to know EXACTLY how he’s going to fuck you over?? You’ve got the information you need. Stop thinking with your "little head".

First, I want to thank @Charlie for bringing up a difficult topic that most of us would just rather avoid. Unfortunately, I’ve seen the results of ignoring this topic. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t end pretty. Planning and open honest discussions are everything. For context, I have an older brother…useless. Two nephews….both very kind, both very useless. The best advice I can give is to work closely with an estate planner to ensure you have the resources available to provide care for yourself. As always talking with your accountant and lawyer about these things is a good idea. They’ve seen hundreds of scenarios (the good, the bad, and the ugly) play out over their careers. Listen to them, even if what they’re telling you sounds harsh and/or unpleasant. They know what works, and what doesn’t work. Also, make sure everyone around you knows your exit plan. It’s different for all of us. So far, knowing I have an escape hatch, has brought me great calm and helped me survive life’s inevitable rough spots. As they say in disaster planning: during a disaster, nothing will go the way you planned, but at least you had a plan Finally, go out of your way to engage with people younger than you. Yes, this can be incredibly difficult. You will have to endure listening to them talk about things that you find banal and/or that to which you can’t even remotely relate. You will worry about your relationship being a "burden" on them. They will have to endure listening to you bitch about how much you hate getting older (hint: don’t do it. No one cares and they will start avoiding you if you do.). Be exceedingly kind, generous, and patient with them. In other words, be the friend you want to have. Nothing more, nothing less. At first it may feel strained or artificial. Do it anyways. Bonds develop over time. Most of us sell ourselves short on what we bring to the table for a younger generation. The friends I have watched "grow old gracefully" were the ones who mastered this step most of all. On a funny note, the other day I was musing out loud about this topic with my trainer. He unexpectedly piped in with “don’t worry about it bro, that’s what you have me for". I shot back with "I’m talking about the hard part, like having someone to wipe my ass, not someone to count to ten at my bedside". His response?…"the only hard part is going to be keeping you from grabbing my ass while I’m wiping yours." We both had a good laugh and got back to the work out. He’s not my Plan A, but it’s nice to know he wants to be there.