Charlie

One fuzzy ass, one perfectly smooth.

The temperature in Palm Springs when I woke up this morning was 38F.

An open relationship, which I think is not uncommon among older gay males who have been together for a long time, can occasionally morph into a polyamorous relationship, in which one or both partners become emotionally involved with another man (this is not the same as having a favorite escort or fuck buddy). It is a very tricky situation, because few people are adept at managing two romantic attachments, or at accepting that one is sharing a romantic partner with another person. To begin with, all three--or four--of you need to be honest with one another, and come to an agreement that everyone understands and accepts the situation, or it can't last. That is no different than the original agreement that the partnership was open to other sexual relationships, but the justifications for it have to be different. I mentioned in the old thread that my relationship with my partner came close to foundering on emotional attachments that each of us made to someone else, but they always occurred when we were not living together--in fact, in each situation we were living temporarily in separate countries. Neither of us was able to accept the multiple relationships continuing permanently, so they ended when we returned to living together. I was acquainted with only one couple who were able to successfully deal with one of them being in an emotional partnership with two men, and I really don't know how they managed it; the original couple actually worked together, and I think they were forced to come to an agreement in order to continue working together effectively.

Years ago I bought something called a "Golden Age Passport," which gives free admission to anyone over 62--plus any passengers in their car--to all national parks. I don't know whether that card is still available, but it has more than paid for itself over the years.

I never take my dogs to a dog park, mainly because of the health issues you mentioned. There is a new canine virus going around that is apparently easily spread in a dog park.

I used to often find that someone wouldn't accept an Amex card as payment, so I always ask before presenting a card, but it has been a long time since anyone has turned down my offer of my Amex card for anything.

In my community, almost everyone who used to have a grass lawn has replaced it with either desert landscape or artificial grass (the water company actually subsidizes the change). My dog can't tell the difference between the real grass and the artificial kind.

The only YMCAs at which I ever found much activity were the 63rd St Y in Manhattan and the old Embarcadero Y in SF.

When I was still hiring, I would always tell the provider my age up front, and then honestly answer any other questions he asked about my stats, but once he knew my age, he usually didn't care much about anything else.

No, I was simply reacting to the text in his ad, which contains some "poetry" that is not very good.

I have no credit card debt. When I met my future spouse at the age of 25, he was disturbed that I had credit card debt for vacation trips I had taken; from then on, I never charged anything on a card that I couldn't pay off in full when the monthly bill arrived. The only long term debt I have had in the last 50 years was for houses or cars, and I haven't even had much of that.

The rankings of the states by amount of debt almost exactly match the rankings by population, so there is nothing really noteworthy there.

He has taken his "B.A. in English. Focus on poetry..." much too seriously.

I probably should have mentioned in my post that my high school friend and I both came from lower middle class families, and none of our parents had finished high school. They wanted us to go to college mainly because they were told that was how we would improve our financial and social prospects. Our high school guidance counselor was only interested in getting students into good colleges because it made her look better, and she did a good job at that--we both went to good private liberal arts colleges, with financial aid packages, and a few of our classmates went to the Ivies. She was annoyed that one of the brightest guys in the class opted for a technical school. Getting higher education degrees did improve our social and financial status, though in my first college teaching job I made less money than my father, who worked in a cardboard box factory. That didn't bother me, because I had a job I enjoyed and the prospect of rising farther in a stable career. However, I didn't have a family to support, and before long I had married someone who had gone to college to pursue a specific professional career, so together we ended up financially better off than my parents had ever been.

Thank you. I imagine that I would have loved having you in one of the remedial English classes I enjoyed teaching.

If someone has a specific career goal and successfully pursues a college education targeted at that goal, then college is probably worth it. For anyone else, it's a crap shoot. My best friend thought he wanted to enter the diplomatic corps, so the guidance counselor told him that since he was good at languages, he should go to a top tier liberal arts college, and major in Russian, which he did. Unfortunately, he didn't have any idea what kind of person the State Dept wanted for the kind of job he envisioned, and he wasn't it (he came from a rough working class family and had no social graces). However, a major insurance company was looking for young grads to train for their data processing department, and their theory was that anyone who had demonstrated that he could become proficient in a difficult new language would be able to learn programming skills, so they took him into their programmer training program. He turned out to be so good that the NY Stock Exchange recruited him away from the insurance company as a programmer analyst, and he ended up making more money than he ever would have at the State Dept, where he probably wouldn't have risen above the level of a translator. He was just lucky that college turned out to be worthwhile for him. On the other hand, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, but everyone told me that I should go to college because I was smart and would "find my path" there. After two years, I still had no idea where I was going, and since I had to declare a major, I just made a list of all the courses I had taken, with the grades, and chose English literature because those were my highest grades. My mentors kept pushing me towards becoming a literary scholar, and when a national organization awarded me a fellowship to pursue a Ph.D., I couldn't turn it down, even though I still wasn't convinced I wanted to keep going. After two years of graduate school, I had had enough, and I started to look for a real job. To my surprise, I was hired immediately by a hospital as their data processing coordinator, for the same reason as my friend: the boss assumed that anyone with a degree in a language could teach himself to program a computer. Duh! No. I had always thought I didn't want to be a teacher, but I found that a job teaching English was the only reasonable alternative, and to my amazement, I discovered that I loved it, and did it for 37 years. So although I took a long way around, going to college did help me "find my path" after all.

Although I was longtime Philadelphian (38 years), I have never kept up with Philadelphia politics in the 20 years since I left, so I was totally unaware of this woman. Obviously I need to do some research..

Something is screwy here. The Dorothy Parker referenced here is not the same Dorothy Parker who was a famous American writer.

??Dorothy Parker died back in the 1960s!

I believe these were a special design built for the Broadmoor Hotel and golf course in Colorado Springs.

Does he strip completely when he reaches the top?

From the definitions I have read of findom, it is not a single act that is part of a possibly one-time sexual experience with the escort, but an ongoing commitment to the escort, and one from which it could be difficult to extract oneself. If a client is interested in that experience, I doubt that he would mention it while setting up a first appointment with a provider; therefore, I don't see any reason to include it in an ad as an interest of the provider. Listing it in the ad makes it appear that the provider is thinking about it as a possibility before he has even been approached by the client, which is why it is a red flag for many potential clients who consider it as frightening as being tied up and fucked by a thug who is high on drugs.

I would assume a provider would actually prefer email to texts, since emails are easier to ignore or mull over and consider, especially when one is busy.

With a moniker like that, and a self-description like that, I was not expecting photos of a little boy. If there are 150 lbs on that slender frame, are they hiding under the towel?

Now that's an office party!!