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Concur. I've traveled extensively in Asia and Europe alone, and never an issue... even met my husband this way... The only issues traveling alone were business trips in the states. Before my first solo journey, an older friend who had lived in Paris recommended that at least once in each city I should make sure I'm at least an hour away from my hotel (by public transport) and travel home during rush hour, then create a dinner by going to patisserie for bread, somewhere to get olives/meats, somewhere else for a bottle of wine - and then just have a picnic in the hotel room... he suggested that this would result in very strong positive images of what it was like to live in the city... and each time was a very positive unique experience I've remembered for decades.

First time I felt old was when I realized I was invisible in various settings I used to enjoy; and that invisibility resulted in going to pubs/clubs less frequently, learning to differentiate between "friends" and people I could rely on, and learning to enjoy time with myself.

and if I win the lottery, can I have the the sequence starting at 1:42 looping forever please

Went to the very start and spent thirty minutes working my way through each post to avoid repeating...

I think a pattern is emerging: similar to @7829V. Overachiever, perfect employee, very reserved, etc. It's taken a lifetime to realize opportunities lost since I've spent a lifetime pleasing others.

About 25 years ago worked in the music industry (synthesizers) and met a number of musicians. The most memorable were Stevie Wonder and Christopher Franke (Tangerine Dream). Stevie because he was with his tech crew, everyone was very relaxed, and we were all trying to make new keyboards work. Christopher because we sat together one morning slowly emptying a glass bottle of coke, blowing across it - sampling and then mapping to a midi keyboard. Result was identical to a very old fairground calliope. Many years later met Boy George at a charity auction - he was in good form, quite funny and very gracious.

Have been on a keto diet since New Years, so torn between which half of the picture is porn...

Have been on a keto diet since New Years, so torn between which half of the picture is porn...

I spent the summer of my 18th year building houses in Colorado. There was a 28-year old who worked on the concrete crew, Pete whose nickname was keef or keefer. As an 18 year old I had an insatiable crush. Though nothing ever happened (he was a girl magnet) I guess I was sufficiently puppy-like that he adopted me as a younger brother for a few months. Still have fond memories holding tight on the back of a motorcycle, borrowing his skateboard and quite used denim jackets. Extremely fond memories house sitting for him when he went home to California for holidays (first time on a waterbed, and I found where he hid condoms and porn)... I lost contact with him soon after Uni, but the crush has lasted a lifetime.

I spent the summer of my 18th year building houses in Colorado. There was a 28-year old who worked on the concrete crew, Pete whose nickname was keef or keefer. As an 18 year old I had an insatiable crush. Though nothing ever happened (he was a girl magnet) I guess I was sufficiently puppy-like that he adopted me as a younger brother for a few months. Still have fond memories holding tight on the back of a motorcycle, borrowing his skateboard and quite used denim jackets. Extremely fond memories house sitting for him when he went home to California for holidays (first time on a waterbed, and I found where he hid condoms and porn)... I lost contact with him soon after Uni, but the crush has lasted a lifetime.

The first thing? Probably when watching the BBC series Grumpy Old Men and seeing myself in much that was said... closely followed thinking the music in pubs was much too loud and couldn't they turn it down a bit as I couldn't hear anyone talk...

For those interested (and who didn't check previous thread) - here's a taste of it on YouTube. For those of us in the UK (and Australia ?) - it was released on 22nd January; and the pace of the show matches the link on YouTube... For those in the US - it's exactly as @pitman says: HBO Max on 18th Feb. For those of us who lived through this the first time, it really captures the moment; extremely fast paced, and then you suddenly find yourself uncontrollably sobbing. Brought back memories of many people I loved....

26 years together, still in the same bed. then again I use industrial-strength construction ear-plugs (good to 33 decibels) to block the snoring... he claims I'm mostly blocking my own snoring.... but still in the same bed.

Not enough...

If I had to change my name, Mike would be first choice... though it would be Huck if I thought I could get away with it....

I was involved in creating, funding, and running a gay bar in Colorado in the early '90s... we got into it after a group of friends were arrested driving home from Denver, and decided a safe community bar was long overdue... the reality of running a bar is significantly different than being a patron... suddenly you're aware of thin margins, impossible to satisfy customers, and reality of how large groups of people behave when they're drunk... if I can give two pieces of advice: hire a very competent bar manager and pay them a living wage, and also establish a practice of allowing patrons to hand their car keys to the bar staff for safe keeping in return for cab fare home... after two years it completely changed my view of bars, and took years before I could return to enjoying them as a customer. @Poincare feel free to message me if you'd like to discuss...

We started watching Friday evening - managed two episodes a night and just watched the final episode. Breathtakingly beautiful, captures so many aspects of my life but through the eyes of five 18-year-olds moving to London in 1981 and living through the crisis. HBO picked up the rights in the states, supposedly already streaming in Australia... a preview video ... ... just make sure you have lots of tissues and a comfort animal nearby...

I don't recall who first said it - but humans need narrative, and humans are exceptional at finding patterns where there are none... as reality of infinite universe and random events have a way of messing up the day.... Anyone have a clue how to bribe the random gay sex fairy to improve ones chances ? Vodka martini's and boxes of chocolates left on the mantel mysteriously disappear overnight, and no trace of glitter left behind...

This was after her surgery which severely impacted her singing ability. At least a third if not half the venue walked out before interval. It was advertised as Julie singing her greatest hits, but was actually Julie singing the first line and then a quartet of backing singers kept the song going as she walked off stage for another costume change. Afterwards one reviewer said it would have been an incredible evening if she had dropped the backing singers and instead billed it as sing along with... and let the audience help her through the songs.

traveled Europe in my mid-30's following an itinerary put together by friends, the top two museums during that trip was Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, the experience was dramatically transformed with the audio guide/tour and Uffizi in Florence, (though I lost count after the thousandth Madonna con bambino)... but as I've aged I find myself returning again and again to the British Museum.

The worst? has to be "The Gift of Music: An Evening with Julie Andrews" at the O2 in London... went with a number of friends, half of us walked out at first interval, the remainder during first song after the interval. Much drinking followed in an attempt to erase what we had seen.