Scott Dixon

OMG, that was fabulous!

I haven't seen him in probably a year (for no reason other than my time and travel commitments); however, I've recommended him to several people on here who have asked about him, and they've reported having enjoyed their experiences very much.

My husband and I go to New York once or twice a year and binge on Broadway productions. What we miss in New York eventually comes to Houston, where we live, so we see a lot of Broadway shows. Anyway, on our most recent NYC trip (last month), we saw "Oklahoma!" and for me, it tied with "To Kill a Mockingbird" as favorites for this binge. I've played in community-theatre versions of "Oklahoma!" three times and have been an audience member for many others and have of course seen the movie a few times. I have to say, for the first time ever, I actually HEARD the music. Stripped down to its essence with just the small orchestra and the pure, raw voices, I appreciated every lyric. It was an emotional experience. I also liked the minimalist staging and the town-hall or barn feeling of the whole thing, able to see the other audience members and feeling as if we were a part of the story. At the production we saw, chili and cornbread were served at intermission. I thought that was a cute touch. I will say that the dream sequence (ballet) was too long. If and when this show tours and comes to Houston, I'll see it again.

Does anyone have any recommendations for this locale? I've been going there for years and wonder if I'm missing something.

Lawd, that was a good one!

I'm a writer-editor by profession and have many times bartered with masseurs whose ads have been grammatically incorrect, unclear, rife with misspellings, etc. I edit or completely rewrite their ads and Web sites in exchange for massages. This has been mutually beneficial.

I'm going to Phoenix this coming weekend (Thursday-Sunday) for a family wedding. I'll have some down time and would love a nice sensual massage. Who can you recommend?

Hi there, I would love details about your experience with JDATX. He comes to Houston sometimes and I'm willing to drive to Austin as well. Thanks, Scott.

You have a very good point. I think I'd rather know the person's truth ahead of time, even if I find it offensive.

I saw him today for a massage. If you want specifics, PM me.

I've been asked by two masseurs for money up-front (cash) once I arrived. In both cases, the massage was not worth the cost ($150 and $175) and neither of those masseurs is in business any longer. I've been asked once, "How old are you?" and when I revealed that I'm 62, the masseur ceased communication and has apparently blocked my number. We had set an an appointment and when I attempted to confirm, he never responded. I was once TOLD by a masseur, after we had made an appointment and exchanged photos upon mutual agreement that I was too hairy for his taste. (I have what I'd call an average amount of body hair; I've been called an "otter"). In turn, I blocked that person.

I've seen him several times. He's adorable.

In Houston, that would include the local chain of Palace Inns. They are mostly new and are popping up all the time; most are surrounded by wooden privacy fences; the rooms are all entered from the aforementioned shared terrace/outdoor hallway; and once inside the room, you will not find a table lamp anywhere! So the lighting is only from the garish fluorescent over the vanity or whatever one might muster from the TV, or the horrid overhead ceiling light RIGHT OVER THE BED! I've had only ONE experience in one of these joints; however, I looked up the chain on line and apparently, what I described is their "style."

Theatre, ballet, etc. He's a pro. I'm not sure whether that's his "day job," but he is in fantastic shape and I've watched some of his videos.

I know him personally. Not well, but well enough to say hi. I have no experience of his massage, and am curious as well. Very nice person and quite a talented dancer.

Does anyone here have any experience with this fellow? https://www.masseurfinder.com/massage-therapists/37645/

I attempted to book with him in Houston last year, and then he evaporated.

I saw him at the gym working out with a very hot blonde female. He looks exactly like his pictures; I'll say that for him.

That's unusual. I've been to him several times and he has never behaved that way. I happen to know that he has biological family in Dallas, so it's possible that a family situation occurred and he had to turn his attention to that. Just a guess.

He needs to hire a better photographer.

This one arouses my suspicion. A similar photo and ad copy used to appear periodically when Craigslist was still in the mix.

I do sometimes send a photo during our initial conversation if it's a masseur I've not hired before, especially if I have seen a photo of him in his ad. My thinking is, I want to know who's coming to my door, and I figure it's only fair for him to know who's coming to his, or who will be answering the door if he's coming to me.

This was several years ago in El Paso, Texas, where there is a definite dearth of decent male masseurs. Craigslist was the only venue with any relevant ads. One day, a new one popped up and this guy even had a very impressive Web site with several positive reviews, although no photos of himself. I liked what I read, though, and was totally okay with all the "strictly therapeutic" and "professional" language. He said he was retired military, and with there being a lot of hot soldiers in El Paso, I thought okay, so I made an appointment for 90 minutes for only $75. His address was in a nice area near one of the country clubs. So far, so good. When he answered the door, my feathers fell. He looked like Nigel Lithgow and was nellier than your mama. (Now, not that there's anything wrong with effeminacy; it was just that my mental picture was quickly fading into reality.) He walked me back into his very nicely appointed massage studio, whose walls were covered with a mixture of diplomas and military citations. He left the room to allow me to undress and told me to lie face down. There was nothing with which to cover myself, so I thought all right, this is going to be an undraped therapeutic massage. He began softly rubbing my back and the backs of my legs and it was so light and boring that I fell asleep. I mean, there was hardly any pressure at all and I wasn't into this much, so I just decided to let it be a relaxing experience. I effect, a nap. In my dream state, I dreamed that I was feeling a little bit of a tug and some warmth down south, so I gradually came out of my trance to realize that Nigel was rimming me AND playing with my penis! As I woke completely up and squirmed a little to look over my shoulder for confirmation that this was indeed happening, Nigel ramped up his pace and I ejaculated voluminously. "Oh, my!" he exclaimed, as if totally surprised that what he had been doing might cause such a biological reaction. Then he ran for a towel and began to clean me and the massage table with fervor. I looked at the brass clock on the wall. I'd been there 25 minutes. I thought, "How the hell am I going to make it for another hour?!" I said, "I thought this was going to be a therapeutic massage, so I wasn't expecting anything like that." "Oh, I'm so sorry," Nigel said. "Let's flip you over and I'll do a better job, I promise." So I did. Once again, he was so light and boring that I drifted off again. Then I felt another tug, opened my eyes, and he had my completely limp cock in his mouth. I sat up, pulling myself away from him. He said, "I thought I could make it happen again..." I said, "No, I don't think so, and I have to go." "Are you sure? We still have about 40 more minutes..." "No, I really have to go," I said as I began to dress. Nigel left the room and shut the door. When I emerged with cash in hand, Nigel was standing behind the kitchen island, holding a bag of Doritos, munching away. I laid the money on the counter and headed for the door. "Nice to meet you!" he hollered. "And no hard feelings, okay?" None at all, Nigel.

I never tell them my age (62) unless they ask me, in person, and then I say, "How old do you think I am?" I usually get a guess of 45 to 50, and I'm good with that. I know SO many guys half my age who look my age.

I know Adam. He also has a profile on RM with lots of pictures. If you want details, send me a PM.