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Finally got a chance to see him. Why, oh why, did I wait so long?!
 
As a side note: I’ve read in other comments that he isn’t very talkative. Maybe it was a case of “YMMV”, but we chatted very comfortably almost the entire time.

Finally got a chance to see him. Why, oh why, did I wait so long?!
 
As a side note: I’ve read in other comments that he isn’t very talkative. Maybe it was a case of “YMMV”, but we chatted very comfortably almost the entire time.

Prudent silence is intelligent. Coerced silence is tyranny. While one may sit for prudence, one cannot stand for tyranny.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1956/01/21/snowing-in-greenwich-village

He had an ad on mf a few years back in Chicago (burbs, actually). He only did outcalls then. He is one hot man!!!

Hi guys. Has anyone seen Ben? Any feedback or experiences are appreciated. Thanks!
 
https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/36993/
 
https://rentmasseur.com/SuburbanComfort

I texted him yesterday to get a few more details. Had to pass because our schedules didn’t match up, but he was prompt and friendly in communication.

All the Dominican nuns I had in grade school (pre-Vatican II, of course) were terrifying.
 
We diagrammed sentences until our knuckles bled. That’s just the beginning...

See my grandmother was right; everybody loves them!

Being an old lady, made fresh chicken a la king in puff pastry can be delicious. It takes a lot of time to make.

Ha! Very true.

Nothing wrong with classic “old lady food”!

It’s actually one of my favorites. Although, in full disclosure, I’ve been accused more than once of liking “old lady food” just on principle.

It’s actually one of my favorites. Although, in full disclosure, I’ve been accused more than once of liking “old lady food” just on principle.

It’s actually one of my favorites. Although, in full disclosure, I’ve been accused more than once of liking “old lady food” just on principle.

Blue cheese can be very polarizing.
 
I have made this salad a few times with an herbed mayo. Lemon juice helps thin the mayo and adds a nice zing.

Growing up, it was a staple on the Thanksgiving table every year. It is the only time we ever had it. We included green grapes and walnuts. The tradition started with my grandmother, carried on with my mother after my grandmother passed, and now I make it. It is a good holiday memory.

"Hey, you can help me out with that. Send my money in your name back home to my account in Colombia."
I cocked my head as I put down the drink he'd bought me.
 
Just a couple of days ago I'd had a nice session with him. He was sweet and a bit talkative. But something was a little off. During our post-coitus (excuse my verbiage) conversation I wondered a couple of times "Did he just call me ugly?". Which, obviously he didn't, he wouldn't, of course...
The sex itself, while nice, almost felt like a broadway show production: entertaining but vapid and rehearsed.
But then he invited me to spend time off the clock on Saturday and go to a big gay party together. One of the biggest in Belgium (almost 8000 attendies). And I agreed because I was really attracted to him and I thought it would be nice to spend some more time with him.
 
"You can drive me to my dealer!"
Saturday night had come 'round and I was in Brussels by car. A slight frown formed on my face. Why had he invited me exactly?
Since driving into the city center of Brussels requires nerve, skill and steel resolve in such amounts that I lack, I declined. He got annoyed with me but I did show him where the meetup spot was in Brussels and walked with him there and back.
 
"Oooh, I'm gonna get so high for the party, you take care of me okay?"
I sat on the bed in his hotel room. Taking note that he was not sitting next to me, but all the way on the other side of the room in the only chair available.
And then something started dawning on me: he just wants a chaperone. He has no other interest in me.
While this realization set in I could hear the water spurts from him douching in the bathroom, ready to get fucked by any other guy besides me. I felt like my self-respect was going down the drain along with his poop-water.
I did promise to drive him to the party. I did promise to go together. But... Did I really want to spend hours watching him working the room while I... Just felt left out?
I didn't.
I hadn't made any plans with my friends but I knew some of them were gonna be at the party so I texted them.
When the guy came out of the bathroom I told him: "I'm sorry I misunderstood. I thought you invited me for other reasons. So I'll still drive you to the party like I promised but once there I'm meeting up with my friends."
The room went freezing cold.
"Oh, well, I'm still gonna do my hair so you can leave now." His voice could cut steel. And that was that, suddenly I had turned invisible. He didn't even acknowledge I was there and was completely unresponsive as I said "Bye, have fun!" as I left the room.
 
I thought about going home but I decided to go to the party anyway and have a blast. We do create our own experiences, after all. I met up with my friends and had a load of fun.
 
That was quite... the experience. The guy was a player. As long as he got what he wanted he was sweet as vanilla ice cream but if you denied a request fire would flash across his eyes.
I'm happy I spoke up. I have been in situations like this before where I said nothing and allowed myself to be run over completely. Well, seems like experience is finally teaching me something.

I realize this doesn’t help reach a consensus, but Brad is my go-to guy.
 
https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/13724/

I realize this doesn’t help reach a consensus, but Brad is my go-to guy.
 
https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/13724/

Well that settles it for me. I can tolerate almost anything, but having to put up with bad dressers is just too much to ask. No gay cruises in my future.

I saw them for a massage last week. Great experience overall. Friendly, laidback, attractive guys. They gave a good massage on a table (no linens) and there was lots of interaction. They also sent a really nice follow-up text afterwards, and they seemed open to suggestions on how to improve. I’m planning on seeing them again when schedules permit.

Agreed. Nice guy, good technical massage, took his shirt off but kept his compression shorts on. If he had advertised as a strictly therapeutic session, it would’ve been great...but my expectations based on his ad vs. what he delivered just didn’t match up.

Here’s one...not sure if there are others. https://www.companyofmen.org/threads/411-cam-can-massage.110813/

Any specific reasons why not? Feel free to PM if it’s more appropriate. Thanks!