RunnerGuy

Crossfit can be intimidating for some, motivational for others. I would recommend starting slow. Most major cities have ClassPass, which allows you to visit many different gyms and classes per month. Find one you like, or an instructor that you like, and be disciplined about it. As you can tell by my handle, I go out and run 3x a week. It's a great way to get outside (even though Los Angeles is quite polluted) and out of the office/car/apartment grind.

We have a lot of beautiful Persian men in Beverly Hills and Hollywood. I'm sometimes mistaken for Persian but I'm not. Sure, there are the uberdouche types who plow down SMB in their Range Rovers. But sometimes I see them coming out of synagogue (Persian Jews), suited, well-groomed, gorgeous.

That being said, good massage schools instruct more than just anatomy and modalities. I usually prefer CMTs because they can address my needs, pain points (literally). I go for the full package: skill, intuition, then looks -- in that order.

Massage school is just like any school -- you have to put in the time and effort. A lot of younger masseurs who don't have the time, focus, or money for college probably won't have them for massage school either. I had a massage recently from a great-looking guy who immediately after told me he was going to use the cash to get high.

It's the first photo in the link. Looks like the player is grabbing some wood. I'm a gamer and a few friends have played it co-op. I haven't yet. You can get drunk and do fun things.

Premier 57 is pricey ($80 per entry). Facilities nice. Bring a swimsuit if you want to use all of them -- I forgot mine and was relegated to the men's side, where there was moderate cruising. They have deals on Groupon.

New to this board (discovered this post-CL) and laughed at these stories. Mine is funny (and painful). I visited a masseur in NYC. It was the winter, and I went to his place in an old walk-up. Because we don't have those old school heaters, I didn't know what it was. After my massage I was still nude and we were making small talk. I was getting dressed and sat on the heater, badly burning my rear. I yelped and grabbed a pipe on a wall, which was also burning hot. It was like an "Itchy and Scratchy" cartoon. I left with burns on my butt and hand.