Rick M

I did not realize until this week that reviews cannot be submitted to rent.men unless there is evidence of recent communication... Either an email or (I suppose) a glance at contact info. Although I had done so for this one provider in the past, and I used the site to confirm travel dates, those actions are not sufficient. I shall endeavor to jump through all hoops properly in the future.

Thanks to Arvaguy for organizing a most pleasant brunch. Hope to reconnect sometime in the future. (In a year, at most!)

Since the whole loan affair was kind of controversial, and personal, I'd rather not mention his name. He's not hurting for positive reviews... He likes to boast he has well over 100 on rent.men, and so he does.

Perhaps some of you will remember a post of mine from Fall 2019 (I'm too lazy to look it up) about a provider who asked for a prepayment (i.e., a loan) which I sent his way. We finally got around to settling accounts. It wasn't for lack of trying on his part--I had to turn him down 4 times because it wasn't convenient. (He tends to breeze through town with little to no advance warning.) This time I said, o hell, let's do this, even though I had just spent a satisfying hour with another provider earlier in the day. I feel like a slut... A happy slut!

Submitted a review to Daddy's. Charming guy. Going on my "repeat" list for sure!

I would, but there is little to distinguish this encounter from the run-of-the-mill grindings of the Internet... You know: you plug away, posting and answering ads, and eventually (1 time in 10,000?) a decent person agrees to meet and you hit it off. This does not guarantee a relationship; current case in point, I have not heard back from the "kid" since our convivial fling.

(For those who suspect I'm a bomb-thrower, this post is intended as a general observation, not as a starting point for endless analysis...) Sometimes it escapes one's awareness that--despite the havoc and deceptions of online social resources ("dating" apps and the like)--there are real, realistic prospects out there, even though many of them turn out to be One Night Wonders, never to be seen or heard from again. I had one of those experiences Sunday night, and it was refreshing (if not frustrating, because I think his promise of a return visit was mere politeness) to (1) meet a young person who did not act like an idiot, and (2) be at ease with him, so that I could set aside my self-awareness.

Because I'm not a chatterbox and I figured the horse had been flogged enough. Moving on...

As someone else pointed out, I have been hiring (since March 2019) with variable results; I intend to post a statistical summary of success (vs not) in February. I'm still making up for a mostly vacant sexual life before then. In the meantime, I'm signing off this thread.

I had covered my wishes in advance via text. He knew.

Recently I engaged the services of a well-reviewed escort for (what I anticipated would be) an hour of intimacy. He arrived in a fluster, so--to calm his nerves--we started off by talking, sitting side by side, as a host might entertain a party guest. We talked... and talked... and talked. I began to wonder when the main event might occur. Two hours passed--pleasantly enough--until he made "we should wrap this up" noises. When I asked what happened to the intimacy, he said he had just given me the Boyfriend Experience, and had stayed longer than his (not insignificant) fee warranted. I let him go, but then I realized that he had NOT given me the BFE, but rather the Platonic Friend Experience, since I could have spent exactly the same amount of time chatting with an everyday acquaintance for nothing! Having gone years at a stretch without physical contact, I don't want pleasantries over tea, I want barriers-down commingling, however brief. In an attempt to justify his evasion, he added: "Sometimes women hire me just to talk. It's non-threatening." Quite the cunning maneuver to avoid sex yet still collect his paper salad. My post-non-coital emotions ranged from anger to humiliation and finally to resignation.

I've said too much already. Sorry to be obscure.

Yes, I am upset, but no: I cannot vent about it here because I told the guy about this site and I don't want him reading my anguish. I am frustrated, highly and semi-hysterically frustrated, and yet there's nothing I can do about it. Same old same old. I think the universe conspires against me; if not the universe, then humanity. "Nice guys finish in the shower."

O gee the select traveler is ideal for me... Can't find anyone locally who would scratch my itch satisfactorily on a regular basis. YMMV.

I followed an advertiser's instructions and texted him concerning a visit to my locale he had listed. I thought I was being inordinately polite; but his first response was along the lines of "I'm busy, get to the point." I got to the point, and he broke off contact. I wouldn't mention this, but he has been favorably (non-) reviewed here, and nothing in his profile suggests that what I asked was out of the question. I won't give his name, because everyone has bad days, and maybe he IS so popular he doesn't need my business.

I tried texting him and he didn't respond.

https://rent.men/MASCDC Anyone met him? Comments?

Believe me, before this year I rarely got sick at all. The coincidence of kissing then falling ill is striking, and I refute the psychological theory, as the physiological effect knocked me out for a full day when I had better things to do. Regardless, I'm not going to let a few microorganisms stop me from kissing in the future, unless I hear the Plague is going around. As far as not having a cell phone, I didn't want to be bothered getting one, nor did I need one till the phone company took my land line away.

I used to think it odd that so many men on social sites confessed a dislike for (or even an absolute ban on) kissing. Then, earlier this year, I got my first cell phone. Which meant better access to escorts. The first one I engaged that liked to kiss also happened to be expert at the oral arts. Having not indulged in mouth-to-mouth sex with ANYONE for at least 10 years prior (my last boyfriend was one of those buss-refuseniks), I was delighted. However, about 24 hours later I began to experience a panoply of aches, fevers, chills, sniffles, and other indicators of infection that lasted for 3-4 days. I realized that this represented a decade of "catching up" on common microbial afflictions that an ongoing program of smooching may have transmitted in a less dramatic fashion. Since then, similar saliva exchanges have been less severe, but I understand the reluctance of many in this germ-phobic society to engage in lip-locks, as it can result in knocking the wind out of one's sails.

I just came across this in the DaddysReviews faq: (Why review publication may be delayed) "The Escort has 30+ reviews and I am spacing them a month apart to maintain variety." So I'll have to renege on my promise to cross-link, since Mike has over 70 reviews already. It's not like my accolade will add anything significant to the discussion!

I will follow up with a link to DaddysReviews when/if my report is accepted, but in the meantime... In the vernacular of the Internet: Oh. Em. Gee. He is a living legend, a national gay treasure. Yes you are, Mike, and you know it.

Judging from past comments here and elsewhere, others' experiences have varied (including the positive).

My investments have been good to me, and my needs are few, so I don't mind spreading the extra cash around. I feel the money is particularly well-spent if I meet someone interesting who will converse and exchange ideas in addition to romping in the sack.

About an experience I had last night. I will not name the name since I don't like criticizing a person for failure when I don't know the cause of that failure. So, I will refer to him as Somebody, and leave it at that. I had an inkling that Somebody lacked organization by the delays in communication and forgetfulness as to preferences. When I arrived for my appointment, he was ready to give me a generic massage, not the whoop-de-doo I had requested. That matter settled, he shifted gears, but I could tell from the start that he would not be performing much (if at all); moreover, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. I wondered if perhaps he was on drugs, but later, as we were wrapping up, he exhibited clarity and responsiveness. Maybe he had had a taxing day? In any case the circus, despite the promises, never made it to my town. I was a bit miffed that he did not offer to cut the rate, seeing as not only had the program changed, but the time spent together did not come close to the time reserved. With other professionals I've met, when failure occurred, they refused remuneration. Sure, Somebody's body was pleasant to look at, but I wanted full tactile involvement, not just the glossy brochure.

As an addendum to my original post, and in the same category of taking a risk to perform an act of kindness, I should mention that several years ago I sheltered a career alcoholic after hearing his story of woe (roommate locked him out; no money in his pocket) at a bar. The night was bitterly cold and he had no other place to go. I wasn't attracted to him, nor did we seem to have much in common, nor did I know he was an alcoholic at the time, but I gave him a week to recover. He stayed 2 months. I still have some of his stuff stored in my basement. He may still be on the streets for all I know (we don't communicate often), but he's a nice guy, yet weak and unable to organize himself, and probably never will return to what we might call normalcy. Do I regret helping him out, even though it had no net positive effect? Nah.