Charlie

I'd like to know who that extra hand belongs to.

"Marriage" is a relationship that can be either legal or figurative. Many people rush to make it legal too quickly, and end up in what is really a so-called "trial marriage," from which it can be difficult to disentangle oneself. Unfortunately, social and religious custom, or one of the partners, often push a couple to make a legal commitment too soon. I am actually glad that same sex marriages didn't become legally possible until my partner and I had been together for forty-five years and were certain that marriage was right for us.

Stereotyping! (I'll bet he's actually from Chestnut Hill).

What are they all looking at? It's not him.

OK, cocksucker--time's up!

Did you get the beef?

Probably the largest age difference for me was when I was 17 and the guy was 58 (he was a photographer and I was the subject). When I started hiring I was 35, and most of those I hired were fairly close to me in age; by the time I stopped hiring, I was 68, and the last provider was in his 40s.

I wonder what the story could be behind such an unusual scene.

I belonged to McBurney and worked out there regularly for a couple of years, but never saw any sign of action. Of course, that was quite some time ago (1960s).

For "orientation" he says "gay," but his hashtag says "Straight." He seems a bit confused.

Job interview?

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.