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Huh? I thought my post was a report. I quoted him. Is there something else I should have done? Also, what is "second warning" supposed to mean?

He may have been referring to the "report" function toward the bottom-left of a post. It's there, but not as obvious as it could be.

If you're peeing on your feet, I assume you don't have athlete's foot? *chuckle*

Just one man’s opinion but I’m used to people “admitting” to a crime or misbehavior or to a shortcoming. I haven’t as yet heard someone “admit” to being smart for example. Anyway just something to think about. Personally I don’t admit to being gay I just say I’m gay and am happy that I am.

The question in the title about "admitting." It's about "denying." I think you might be reading into it more than there is/was, but I can understand where you're coming from.

I don’t understand Christians. They say that gambling is wrong, then bet their entire life on heaven being real.

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I took my grandma to a fish spa center where the little fish eat your dead skin for only $45. It was way cheaper than having her buried in the cemetery...

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hey big spender.......

 

though I hear it's three-buck chuck now

 

 

it's good for making sangria (sometimes) and that's about it...not that I would know...

Jeez, Peter must have led a really hard life. He looks as old as his father, Henry, in that clip! :rolleyes:

Duly edited.

I would nominate Katherine Hepburn's speech to Henry Fonda at the end of On Golden Pond...

 

 

My sister-in-law's mother was English and made outstanding trifle.

Trifle is my go-to "the cake didn't come out of the pan cleanly" dessert.

I threw a neighborhood "make your own pizza" party a couple of years ago and made a red-wine chocolate cake for dessert. Sadly, when I turned the pan over, only half of the cake came out.

I checked the fridge and had whipping cream. I knew I had homemade jam from the plum and apricot trees in my back yard. I whopped the cream and started making layers of cake, cream, and jam.

Some of my neighbors STILL talk about that dessert....which was fixing a mistake.

Ummmm.....what are YOU comfortable with? That's just as important a question.

Isn't that how they caught the "Golden State Killer?" The police asked for copies of the genetic tests one of those for-profit companies did and then compared those to DNA collected at crime scenes?

https://parade.com/396983/johnmcquaid/flavor-101-the-five-basic-tastes/

 

I heard this tonight on the British soap "Coronation Street". I knew the first four but I wonder why a Japanese word - Umami - was chosen for number five?

It's the "savory," ""meaty," or "delicious" taste of glutamates (found in tomato, mushrooms, meats, seaweeds, etc.).

I'm not entirely sure if there has been research to confirm that there are taste bud receptors that fire when this is tasted (like sweet, salty, etc.). It could just be something the food industry came up with, or there might be actual science. I'm not sure.

If I can't try it on, I don't buy it.

Let's take shoes, for example. Depending on who makes the shoes, for example, I wear anything from a 10 1/2 to a 12 1/2 (US measurements). Who wants to get a pair of shoes that don't fit and have to go through the trouble of trying to return them and get the correct size?

The same rule would go with trousers....who wants to be strangled at the waist?

Kind of makes me nostalgic for when men met their escorts in person first. No "you don't look like your pics" if the first time you see them is in person.

An old man was on his deathbed, with his closest, dearest, oldest friend at his side.

"Jimmy," he croaked, "I am not long for this world. In the bottom drawer of my dresser is a bottle of whiskey. I've been saving it for 70 years. When I die, could you pour it on my grave?"

"Of course," said Jimmy, "but would you mind terribly much if it passed through my kidneys first?"

Does he know he has the name of a porn model?

 

And wouldn't those who recognized the name when they saw him know that he wasn't the porn model?

Strangely, he doesn't look like the guy did when he was working, but he had been out of the porn industry for some time before we went to the club. The name was not from the "current" batch of porn stars. For those who have watched a lot of porn (or perhaps those who prefer older porn) the name would have been familiar.

Strangely, my friend is several years younger than he would have had to be were he working in porn during the era that his namesake was active...but, given his popularity that night, the name was familiar enough to still be recognizable.

Maybe the patrons had been drinking just enough to recognize the name but not think about whether this might be the same guy or not....but when they come up and said "aren't you so-and-so" and got an affirmative answer, maybe hopeful thinking took over.

I don't pretend to understand the why-fors and how-tos. On that night, in that club, under those circumstances, he could have made quite a bit of money if he had wanted to.

I counter that with a quote from Grandpa Simpson: The good Lord lets us grow old for a reason; to gain the wisdom to find fault with everything He’s made.

I've been encouraged via PM to share this story as an example of how you don't need the internet to make contacts and get clients. All it takes is a little savvy -- and in this case, a bit of a sense of humor since it was a bit of a trick I played on a friend.

A few years ago (within 5 years), I was visiting an old college friend in Las Vegas. For one reason or another, I extended my trip by a day because we were having so much (platonic) fun together. He was pretty obviously gay when we were in school together. I was out but he wasn't, so I didn't press or make a big deal out of it.

Of particular note: my friend's legal birth name is the same as a moderately well-known porn star of several years ago. My friend, though, has never been in porn and has never been an escort.

Anyway, we went to one of the "gay guys pool parties" at one of the casinos on my "extra" day in LV. We met a couple who were friendly (platonically, again) and we had dinner together. Then, we went to one of the clubs.

While people were changing shirts, etc., I made my way to the doorman/bouncer. I asked if he was familiar with porn star "xxxx." The doorman/bouncer acknowledged knowing the name, but not much else. "Well, he's in the car with a couple of other guys and will be coming in here...he doesn't mind being recognized, but he doesn't want a big deal made about it. But he might be available for a private hire." The doorman/bouncer was -- of course -- skeptical, but when he checked IDs of everyone and saw that his name was actually "xxxx," I saw his eyes get a little wider and a bit of a grin come on his face.

I bought our first round of drinks and had a similar conversation with the bartender. Within about 5 minutes, my friend started having men come up and introduce themselves to him and buy him drinks.

He was just innocent enough to not pick up on the fact that they were interested in hiring him as an escort. He thought they were trying to pick him up, of course, but he never made the connection when guys asked him "what would it take for you to come home with me for an hour or two." Nevertheless, when he took me to the airport the next day for my flight home, he talked about how popular he was the night before and how the Las Vegas guys must have been desperate to see a new face.

The moral of this story is that the "old ways" of finding clients still works. A few well-chosen words to a few well-chosen people, and the fact that you're an escort for hire will circulate pretty quickly.

Well, if the appointment is a 90 minute drive away, why would you wait until an hour and a half before the appt. time to leave? Any little thing means you're going to be delayed and therefore late. Any hitch in traffic, etc...but that's a bit of a digression.,

If the time and traffic and such are problematic, maybe your ads, postings, etc. should reflect that "I'm a 90 minute drive in the best of circumstances from Tampa and/or Orlando....please take that into consideration." Just as clients need to express their expectations, escorts should also make be clear about any extenuating circumstances.

From the linked article:

"...the average price of a movie ticket has risen from $5.06 in 1999 to $8.97 in 2017, and the average cost of a liter of wine has risen from $5.09 to $12.38."

I've been all over the US, and I question where you're getting movie tickets for less than $9.

Also, where are you buying a liter of wine for less than $12.50? Wine bottles are 3/4 of a liter (750 mils). And if you think you're going to impress your date with the rase of a $12 bottle of wine for an entire liter.....well, you better hope they're a cheap date. (chuckle)

That said, there are a lot of things to do on an actual date that don't cost a lot of money. But some bread and cheese (or make something yourself) and a DECENT bottle of wine and have a picnic, for example.

I saw Diana Ross, Bette Midler and Barbra Streisand in their prime at different venues before I acknowledged who I was. I guess it was obvious. Lol

Well, that depends if you saw "Bathhouse Bette" at the Continental Baths.....THAT would have been obvious.

Sorry that you experienced this. I would have gone to the ATM the next morning and paid him to avoid the trouble. The worst thing to happen is that your coworkers or friends at work (who are staying at the hotel?) find out. At least that is how i would handle it.

And that's exactly what the criminal was looking for.

I use the word criminal on purpose. Because he threatened to go to a wife, etc., if he wasn't paid, it became blackmail/extortion...among other crimes he committed (attempted robbery, as mentioned....possible simple assault depending on the exact wording of the laws there....)

(Given the way he was acting throughout the story, it was surprise me if he was actually a member of the sex worker's union, too...)

I sometimes pay in cash and when I do I of course get quarters in change (things are changing however as places only take credit/debit cards).

Even though currency is "legal tender for all debts public and private?" How odd that they would rather give CC companies money instead of keep it for themselves.

How could I deny being gay when I saw Judy Garland at Boston Garden when a freshman in college. The concert sold out 14,000 seats.

A literal "friend of Dorothy!"

C’mon down boys we’re open for business!

Figuratively speaking.....*chuckle*