Charlie

I wouldn't want to experience the implications of his name.

232 men, 0 boys, over a period of 33 years Not counting repeats.

I also misunderstood the title. I was going to suggest that one can find almost anything at Harrod's, if you don't mind the crowds.

I wasn't suggesting that they were subject to federal impeachment, only that the traditional definition of a "high crime or misdemeanor" in English common law is one committed by someone in a high position, such as a judge, who, after all, has the power to punish other persons accused of that particular act.

Although they may sound like minor offenses, these actually count as "high crimes and misdemeanors," because they were committed by judges.

My maternal grandfather was always called Harry, and even his children assumed that it was a diminutive for Harold; his son and grandson were named Harold. It wasn't until I found his birth record that I learned his baptismal name was Henry. My father's family always called him by his middle name, which was his grandmother's maiden name. It was an uncommon German name that confused his American friends, who thought it was a similar-sounding English name, and they even used a first-syllable shortening of that. He finally legally changed his middle name to the one that everyone outside his family thought was his name. (No one ever called him by his first name.) A good friend of mine moved to the US as a child, and was enrolled in a new school, where there were already three other girls with the same popular first name in her small class. Her last name was Martin, so the teacher simply said, "We will call you Marty." And that's what she used as her first name for the rest of her long life. Even her husband called her that. Of course, it occasionally caused confusion, because strangers assumed that "Marty" was a male whose first name was Martin.

My grandfather had no middle name. Neither did Harry Truman: the 'S.' was inserted by someone else later.

K. Rolls over and starts to snore.

He lived in the neighborhood. For a number of years I lived a half block from Mario Lanza Park.

I'll just say that I came out during the Eisenhower administration.

"Daddy"? At 30?

I stopped hiring when I got married six years ago. OK, I actually stopped a few years before that. I had always been in an open relationship, but after more than thirty years of hiring, I had become bored with the whole process of hiring, which became too business-like once the Internet took it over. It was more exciting when one didn't know what the escort was going to look like, and the only way to contact him was with a phone call. It was also easier when I was living in a major city and traveling often to other cities. Then there was the fact that I was still young enough when I started hiring at 35 to get it without paying for it, so I could convince myself that the escort, who often wasn't a lot younger than I was, could actually be turned on by me. And there was that libido thing (note to self: you forgot to rub on the testosterone gel this morning). Finally--and this sounds strange to most people--I discovered that I got more physical pleasure from playing tennis than from having sex. So, now I am quietly retired in a resort town, travel very little, and have a couple thousand dollars per year to spend on other interests. My only contact with the escort world is through this site.

The problem may be your use of the term "donation," which he might be interpreting as a tip rather than his fee. I would definitely ask him specifically about his fee, or things could get awkward when you meet.

I used to enjoy the Victor Cafe in South Philly, where they played old opera recordings made at the RCA Victor recording studio in Camden in the 1920s. Several of the waiters also liked to sing along, with variable results. WilliamM might know if it is still operating.

I hate restaurants that have a piano player, especially if I am put at a table near the piano. If I am going to listen to music, I want to choose what I hear, and I don't want music while I am trying to have a conversation. When I was a young man, gay piano bars were a big thing, especially for middle aged gay men who liked to dress up when they went out to the bars, and pretend that they weren't cruising, just enjoying the entertainment.

I think it's most likely that they are asking because they have had the prior experience of telling a new escort what they are into first, and the escort has then responded, "Me, too," even though he really isn't, and his performance turns out to be unsatisfactory.

Very interesting. The first job I was offered when I left graduate school was a management position in the Big Brothers organization. I declined it because I figured that the fact that I was gay would eventually cause problems (homosexual activity was illegal in those days).

Even if it is only your tongue in my mouth?

Even if it is only your tongue in my mouth?

Whatever you do, it is sex if at least one of you gets turned on by it, and both of you know it.

I remember that ad. Not very many escorts (they were more often called "models" in those days) showed faces then, but I believe he had also done some photo spreads in gay mags.

You have a nice defense argument, but I wasn't expecting him to sue you for palimony. I am more concerned with things like stalking, social media postings, using his friends in unsavory ways, etc. He knows you have a good reputation to protect.

Having salad served after the main course is very French.

The cars are 1957 Cadillacs, but he looks older than 21 in the photo.

I know you want this to be the end of everything, but I think you should be prepared for the possibility of more to come. You sort of blindsided him, and once he has had time to think about the situation, and talk with some of his actual "friends," he may try to salvage something more from the wreck, with pleading or threats, or something more devious. Move on, but don't relax too much just yet. Keep a lawyer's telephone number handy.