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She deprecates the gays because they know where to find the boys AND the booze!

I think we first learned about 'persons' either in the 7th or 9th grade. I was a good student -and good at English, but at first I had no idea what my English teacher was talking about.
 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAvK7JoCX3s
 
Gman

Scam. My condolences.
 
Scammers are growing bolder and bolder.
 
Incidentally, there are real (corrupt) cops in Tijuana who find a pretext for arresting someone, then just ask for money in exchange for release. It’s happened to a couple of friends of mine. But yeah — those were actual cops. Yours was not. And like an earlier poster noted, legitimate undercover operations are generally composed of several people, or so I’ve read. I’ve also read that they are recorded, so a real cop wouldn’t ask for a bribe, I think... Anyway, I hope this doesn’t haunt your psyche too much. That sucks.

You’ve been missing out on a cultural phenomenon. It’s a whole thing. From the infamous “crack is wack” interview:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdyaLWMt6qA
 
”Show me the receipts” has entered the American lexicon as synonymous with “I don’t very much believe you; furnish me with proof.”

Sex positive does not, at all, have anything to do with safe practices.
Being open to having 3somes is sex positive.
Open to fetishes is sex positive.
Open to BDSM is sex positive.
Open to sex before marriage is sex positive.
Open to hiring escorts is sex positive.
Open to homosexual sex is sex positive as well.
Please get your head out of the sand.

Thanks for the tips
 
Just kidding. Sorry if you’ve been burned.
 
I don’t quite comprehend the second half of this post

I read that diagnoses of HIV are also up after having taken a downturn in recent years past. An interesting theory posits that during the 90s and the aughts of this century, the devastating AIDS crisis was still fresh in the minds and hearts of people, leading to more precautionary measures. Then a new generation (mine, I guess) came along who DIDN’T watch friends and family die of it, didn’t witness the horrendous ravages of the disease, didn’t experience the climate of fear and uncertainty, but have seen the emergence and subsequent success of anti-retroviral drugs and ipso facto feel safer, thus culminating in a new season of unsafeness.

Thanks for commiserating ?
 

 
Not to throw shade, but I couldn’t help but notice something glaring at me here — a mindset that may play some small role in an STI spike ?? ... The fact that with greater sex education or general awareness in modern times, more people know that they are so easily treated — perhaps spawning a slightly more lackadaisical approach to preventive measures — it may be a case of the law of unintended consequences.

Yep, save during the actual testing and waiting-for-results process. There’s always an element of abject terror to it all for me, even when I’m almost 100% certain that I’m in the clear, that my getting tested is a mere formality.
 
A few of my friends have stated outright that they wouldn’t be bothered if they were to contract the virus, due to the great efficacy of modern drugs. I, on the other hand, would be a little perturbed.

My friend worked at a small clinic as the front-desk receptionist. The clinic administered both the rapid (the results for which you have to wait two weeks) and early tests (results rendered within sixty seconds). In his capacity as receptionist, he was privy to someone testing positive, as they had to arrange matters to make the appointment longer and possibly push back another to accommodate it. He said the most awkward part of the job was seeing the tested-positive people walk out and having to say "Bye, have a nice day" in a falsely cheery voice. He also (perhaps unethically ?) related anecdotes such as a couple coming in to get tested together — one tested negative, the other positive. The former berated the latter right then and there, ostensibly inferring that his partner had been unfaithful. My friend also intimated that "it's usually the cute ones" who test positive.

Yep, save during the actual testing and waiting-for-results process. There’s always an element of abject terror to it all for me, even when I’m almost 100% certain that I’m in the clear, that my getting tested is a mere formality.
 
A few of my friends have stated outright that they wouldn’t be bothered if they were to contract the virus, due to the great efficacy of modern drugs. I, on the other hand, would be a little perturbed.

Cellblock13

Yeah, it was most displeasing. Took forever to clean off the diatomaceous earth residue from my furniture after the bugs were extirpated, too.
 
Thanks a lot for the compliment

I very nearly forgot another of Douglas Adams’: “Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”

In the beginning, the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

I read that diagnoses of HIV are also up after having taken a downturn in recent years past. An interesting theory posits that during the 90s and the aughts of this century, the devastating AIDS crisis was still fresh in the minds and hearts of people, leading to more precautionary measures. Then a new generation (mine, I guess) came along who DIDN’T watch friends and family die of it, didn’t witness the horrendous ravages of the disease, didn’t experience the climate of fear and uncertainty, but have seen the emergence and subsequent success of anti-retroviral drugs and ipso facto feel safer, thus culminating in a new season of unsafeness.

If you tickle an escort, does he not laugh?

More people are having more sex? More people are getting tested and therefore more cases are diagnosed?

I don’t smoke, but I’ve had a few edible chocolates and Marinol pills before. After ingesting them, many thoughts passed through my mind which I deemed quite profound. So profound, in fact, that I felt compelled to write them down to perhaps subsequently work them into the book I intend on someday writing. I didn’t seem to retain enough motor function to write down my thoughts in my ...heightened... state, so I said them aloud, recording them. I cringed the next day when I listened. There was no trace of profundity and the “astute” cogitations I thought I had were banal and obvious and borderline-ridiculous. I later learned that this was an experience shared by many. That’s not to say that your observations are completely without merit, but I was irresistibly reminded of it all, my quasi-stream-of-consciousness state, when you stated that you were “stoned” and didn’t know whether you were making sense.

Good times.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
 
 
What a piece of work is man!
 
 
The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.
 
 
Can you match each quote with the work without Googling? So many of his lines heard so often can seem trite.

As it transpired, it didn’t have any. The bitch lucked out. When I crash at his place I sleep on it, though I sometimes find the kitchen floor more comfortable (his is a studio apartment).
 
Unfortunately, I myself had bed bugs in 2013 — got them from spending far too much time at the apartment of two friends who had them, who in turn got them from a mutual friend who got them from her mother. All of these friends were escorts (I wasn’t at the time). One of them intimated to us that sometimes when they had a client in their bed while doing the deed, a bed bug would crawl across the sheet and they’d take pains to carefully conceal it from the client as surreptitiously as possible, flick it off the bed, crush it with their finger, etc. Eek. Before this I never even knew that bed bugs were a thing, aside from the “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” rhyme, which took on a whole new meaning for me.
 
I, unlike my indolent friends, took immediate action. I went to Home Depot and purchased both small glue traps specifically made for bed-bug infestation, and a huge bag of diatomaceous earth, which I spread liberally all over my apartment, the crevices of the couches, and the perimeter of not only my bed frame but also the perimeter of my mattress. That’s right — I slept in the middle of a rectangle of the powder. Got rid of them pretty quickly. Some pay for professional fumigators and still have problems eradicating them, so I suppose that I, like my street-furniture-collecting friend, also lucked out.

“The comfort zone is a nice place, but nothing ever grows there.” -Unknown

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When I'm in a hotel I always think doing a few exercises according to what kind of equipment it's available is always better then doing nothing. Going to the pool after is always a treat!

Better a cynic than a chump.
 
Don’t get down on yourself, OP. I’ve had many a client tell me to follow my gut. It’s the right route to go, protecting yourself. You feel you’ve pushed him away? If you think this guy is actually bona fide, and you’re still desirous, by all means extend an olive branch — but don’t feel melancholy if he balks.