Charlie

Under the circumstances, it would seem to me to make sense to play the qualifying matches on the three indoor courts, which are not being used yet. Or are the main draw players using them as practice courts?

Strangely enough, thirty years ago I hired a gorgeous escort who called himself Paul Corrigan. He was in love with another escort, a true wacko who was locked up in an institution for the criminally insane, after murdering one of his clients. I often wondered about the name connection.

If you bring your paddles to Palm Springs, the best public pickleball courts are in Demuth Park.

I have played a couple of times, because some of my old tennis partners have "aged out" of tennis and find pickleball a suitable substitute. I do not, so I am not ready to leave the tennis court and go over to the dark side. One of the big controversies in Palm Springs recreational sports circles is the takeover and attempted takeover of public tennis courts by pickleball players, a battle that actually gets discussed in city council meetings.

It's a perfectly healthy body, but not what one would usually call an example of "muscle" or repeatedly claim as "muscular." Some might even think him "skinny."

The first time I was given poppers was in a threesome with two older guys ("older" meaning in their 30s). They apparently thought it would make me wildly sexual, but instead I thought I was having a heart attack and was going to die, and was so panicked that it killed the scene; they gently suggested that maybe I should leave and let the two of them get on with it. When I told my best friend about it afterwards, he revealed that he had used poppers when having sex, and it was no big deal: just use them when you need to relax your inhibitions, because the effect won't last long. So from then on, I did. The first time I was given hash, I completely lost track of who I was with and what we were doing, but when I came down my ass told me the answer. The first time I was given LSD, the provider asked me to tell him what I really wanted to do, and I told him I wanted to be a sex slut for a motorcycle gang; he thought that was pretty funny, but advised me against it. Instead we went for a lovely Sunday afternoon walk in Central Park, where we stopped in the public men's room. As I zipped up, I looked around at the other men there, giggled, and all of a sudden all of us were giggling: everyone was stoned on something! All of those first time experiences were in the 1960s. I haven't been stoned on anything in many years.

It sounds more like a hook-up ad than an escort ad.

The biggest negative may be the fact that you don't have real control over what is ultimately produced and shown (the RuPaul thing is an example), yet you will be held responsible for it by the viewers. It's the same advice that is given on this site: listen to your gut, and if it makes you uncomfortable, walk away.

Those are old photos of a popular porn actor whose name I can't remember (Jack something?)

I hired my first escort more than forty years ago, i.e., before the AIDS epidemic, so of course I have outlived some of them.

And Kennedy continued a policy he inherited from Eisenhower. And Nixon lied about how he intended to handle the situation he inherited from Johnson. And Ford was left holding the bag.

I never felt unsafe on the NYC, Phila. or London transit systems, which I used regularly for many years. It has been 16 years since I lived somewhere with such a system, and I would love to have access to one again.

The ad copy, despite its fractured English, seems to admit the photos are not of him.

I have visited both as well, but the LBJ library in Austin is also worth a visit.

The New York Historical Society is a treasure trove of information. I used to do a lot of research there.

Trying to reschedule a two week major tournament would be a nightmare for almost everyone concerned, given the rigidity of the entire world tennis schedule for the year. Unless a national emergency is declared by the government, it is unlikely to happen. Probably the only way to reschedule would be to move it to the end of the year, when it used to be played, but that would mean playing the 2020 and 2021 tournaments only about one month apart. More likely is that it would be like the 2016 Rio Olympics, where many individuals chose to pull out because of worry about the conditions in Rio, but the event went on as scheduled without them.

"It is better to give than to receive."

black, claw, walk, balk, bawl, ball, cowl, clack, back, lack, lock, clock, blow, blowback, blackball, callow, bowl, cock--sorry, I got distracted at this point, and forgot I needed an 'l' in there...umm, what are we doing here?

I saw it many years ago at the NYCO and loved it.

Eric Ryan, a genuine pornstar who didn't escort very much.

I happen to own both a Kia and a Mercedes. The Mercedes is a more outstanding vehicle, but I get plenty of satisfaction out of both.

I think you misread my post, or were not actually responding to it but to something else that clicked in your head when you saw the word "adult." I did not volunteer in an "adult book store" (they don't need volunteers!). I volunteered at a program for adults who didn't graduate from high school and were trying to prepare to take the test for their GED. It was a satisfying activity, but I stopped when they moved the program to another school in an inconvenient location for me.

One of my former primary care physicians, who was also a personal friend, had almost exactly the same experiences that you had. He is still working, at 75, in a public health clinic, and is the happiest he has ever been.

I have no memory of having started this thread almost 13 years ago. Even more depressing, I don't remember the movie at all. What strikes me most, however, is that the majority of those posters who responded have not been seen here for years.

First, during the last couple of years before I retired, I looked for a part-time job that I could continue to do after I retired, and since I intended to relocate after retirement, I focused on something I could do online from wherever I moved. (It is always psychologically good to keep making some money, even if it is only enough to treat yourself to a few good restaurant meals each month.) Immediately after I retired, I indulged myself with a one month vacation in Australia. Then I spent the next year traveling around the country checking out possible places to relocate, choosing one, and making the actual move. As soon as I was settled into my new home, I looked for a volunteer position as well as a new hobby. The volunteer work, which was at a local adult school, lasted only a couple of years, but the unexpected hobby was learning to play tennis, which turned into "the sport that lasts a lifetime." I have been retired for 17 years now, but I am still too restless to just lay about the house.