Charlie

Unless I am mistaken, the guy on the right is a young Eric Ryan. The fucker in #47 is definitely Ryan.

Bob Patrick was the oldest escort I ever hired, and that was 9 years ago, when he was 59. He was in remarkably good shape then, and he still looks the same in the photos he uses in his ads. His skin was flawless and soft as a baby's.

Damn! I would have to be on the site all the time to win. I recognized the spire of the cathedral in Antwerp immediately.

Yes

I believe that Medicare directs that the generic is what it will pay for, unless the doctor specifically prescribes the brand name drug, or there is no generic available.

I would have reversed that equation, but to each his own.

Of course.

I didn't raise the heavy lid to check if there was anyone inside.

This question has been asked here a few time previously, and my answer is always the same: on a sarcophagus in an archaeological museum.

I have a list of every escort I hired from 1978 to 2011, when I retired from hiring, as well as how much I paid for each encounter. I am compulsive about that kind of documentation.

It has to be somewhere on the Italian Riviera.

My spouse's doctor called him on a Sunday evening, and told him to call the office first thing Monday morning to get the doctor's receptionists to schedule him immediately with a vascular surgeon. It was a good thing he did--his carotid artery turned out to be 99% blocked. I asked the doctor what he was doing in the office on a Sunday, and he said it was the best time for him to carefully study patients' test results.

I only went to Man's Country once, in the winter of 1975, when it was a wonderful refuge from the bitter cold.

Somewhere I once read that the most common lie is, "Don't worry, I won't cum in your mouth."

I also have many old black and white photos of blizzards we survived in New Jersey before anyone heard about climate change. My favorite is one of me in huge drifts of snow following a blizzard in 1947. My great-grandfather died of pneumonia caught when his regiment was activated to try to clear the streets of Manhattan following the Blizzard of 1888. An ancestor of one of my friends was found frozen to death in the snow following a blizzard on Christmas in Connecticut.

This place is more than enough social media for me. I wouldn't want to spend any more time online than I do here.

I happen to have always had an excellent memory for dates (I can tell you what date my dog had puppies in 1952), but in the case of escort appts, I maintained a list of everyone I hired and the price paid, in case the activity became tax deductible . Even so, the really special ones stuck in my mind, so I remembered that it was 1987 [i did have to look up the exact date]. I also have kept a daily journal for the past 45 years, in which I can look up more details, like his address, what he looked like, what we did, etc., among the record of everything else that happened that day.

I hired Eric Ryan in NYC on Sept. 25, 1987, for $120, and he was worth every cent. He was still healthy and gorgeous, and I was surprised to learn he was 40 years old, because he looked younger. He was very friendly and open, and we spent several hours just talking after the hot and sweaty stuff (he did sweat profusely). He even phoned me the next morning to invite me over for breakfast. It was one of the most memorable hiring experiences I ever had. Seeing the bad porn he made after he became noticeably ill made me sick to my stomach.

I have always had a thin face (and hair, sad to say), so I have worn various sorts of beards for much of my adult life.

You're supposed to use your tongue, dammit! not your chin!

"Ain't" has a long history in English, and is a class marker in Britain, where it used to be common usage in the upper class.

I have a Tempurpedic pillow that came with the mattress. I keep two pillows on the bed, that one and a much softer one, and move back and forth between them as comfort dictates.

However, he has misspelled the names of the university and the location: it is Fairleigh Dickinson University in Rutherford, NJ.

For me, the main reason for hiring an escort was to experience someone new. I didn't have any regulars, but sometimes there was someone who knocked my socks off, and I would try him again. The second time was usually a disappointment, unless he did something different that was interesting. I could count on my fingers the number of escorts I saw more than twice.

When I had a mild breakdown and dropped out of college, my parents asked me to see a psychologist (slightly ironical, since I had been majoring in psychology). The man they sent me to listened to my story, which included the fact that I was gay, then asked me whether I wanted to change. I said, no, not really, I liked who I was. Then he said that it sounded to him like my main problem was trying to hide who I was from the people I cared about. He suggested that I start by going home and coming out to my parents. So I did. He was right. That was the end of my therapy.