Charlie

I have a neighbor who likes to cook, and now that I am a widower and she knows that my spouse usually did the cooking in our household, she often offers me food that she has prepared for dinner for herself and her husband, with the explanation that she made too much. Unfortunately, I don't really care very much for her cooking, but I can't very well refuse it, because I know that her offer is kindly intended. So I always accept it with thanks; then I usually taste it before I put it in the refrigerator. If I don't really want it for dinner, it usually sits there for a few days, but I can't leave it there too long, or she will ask for the container back. So my usual practice is to leave it for a few days, and if I really don't can't bring myself to eat it, I put it in my compost bin, clean the container and return that to her with my thanks for the delicious meal.

Yup

My spouse hated to throw anything away, and he often stored things "In case there is an emergency and we are trapped in the house for a long time and can't shop for food." The other day I opened a rarely-opened drawer in the kitchen and decided to check out that cache of packaged emergency foods in it. I threw away everything that had a "best if used by...." label, if the date was before the COVID pandemic (during which we never needed to use any of it anyway). The earliest date on anything was 2010. At least it was packaged so well that nothing smelled.

Ah, Casey Donovan. I remember that night on Fire Island when we......... 0h, well.

I do not use my phone to make notes or schedule appointments--what if they get erased accidentally, or my phone is hacked, or I lose it? At the end of every year I go to the store and buy anew At-a-Glance appointment date book for the coming year, in which I write down every appointment when I make it. I also use it to make brief notes of everything that happened during that day to use for the narrative journal that I write up every few days (I have kept it for 52 years). I am not technically proficient, so I use the same 9"x12" bound paper notebooks in which students took written notes in class when I was a college student, back in the days before computers and smart phones were invented. My notebooks now fill an entire office file cabinet, and my appointment books for the last ten years fill a large drawer in my desk. It is not efficient space-wise, but it works for me.

Perhaps I should have explained that it would be a pleasure to have you as students, because you are very articulate, so I wouldn't have to do much work.

English composition.

I would have been pleased to have each of you as a student.

Is the handle "Rick therapist" or "Rick the rapist"?

When I was young[er], I often liked to travel by myself, so I would be free to be as sexually active and slutty as I wished. However, now that I am (much) older, I prefer to travel with a friend, because one is guaranteed companionship and support when you want it or need it. That is particularly important if you are visiting someplace exotic, especially if you don't speak the local language. Before you go, it is a good idea to do a little research about how the local medical systems work, especially if you already have any medical issues; nothing destroys the pleasure of travel like finding oneself sick or injured in a foreign hospital, where you don't know how the systems work, what will be covered by whatever travel insurance you have, or how you will get home again. However, if you are a really nervous traveler, it is probably best to look for some kind of organized group travel. I have traveled all over the world, from Russia to New Zealand, but the only continent I have never been to is South America, so I can't give any advice about that. But if you want to ask questions about Europe, I have been to many countries there (I lived in England and Czechia, and was a student in Austria), though some of my info is bound to be outdated, because I haven't been anywhere outside the US and Canada in recent years.

I have a written record of my 33 years as a client, but I don't intend to publish it. I keep it safely locked away until I am in the ground. I have left it in my will to an academic library, in case anyone is interested in doing research on late 20th/early 21st century sex work history.

It probably means that the photos are not of him. The tats on the left bicep and forearm in the one photo are hard not to notice. That arm is not revealed in any of the other photos.

I'm not sure whether to laugh or feel insulted.

"Wait! Tell me again: what are we supposed to do now?"

I wonder if the road was closed to traffic while that photo was taken. It doesn't look like there was any way for him to hide.

OK, you still qualify as a "dirty old man." Alas!, At 82, I feel only a slightly nostalgic interest in similar triggers nowadays. I don't know whether I need testosterone shots, or counseling.

I have to admit that I'm not the imaginative hot stud that I once was. I can't even remember the last time I had a spontaneous hard-on.

OK, I know this is off-topic, but his ad reminded me that I had baby back ribs with barbecue sauce for dinner last night. The offer sounded good, but the meat was too tough.

Well, the fact that I look at the gallery on this site every day means that I haven't completely lost interest, but I don't really lust anymore--I am more interested in the aesthetic qualities of the photos 😬. I appreciate a beautiful young man, but I wouldn't know what to do with him if he reciprocated my interest.

The Rainbow Bridge was the one the Norse gods used to enter Valhalla. (See what you learn when you're a fan of Wagnerian opera.)

A niece by marriage gave me a Book of the Month membership as a Christmas gift. Every month they send me a list of the books available that month, and I have yet to order a single one of them. They are all fiction, which I hardly ever read any longer, a fact which would probably confound her, since she knows that two of my degrees are in English literature. I have simply lost interest in most fiction, and would much rather read history or social science subjects.

I think this is actually a reference to the ending of a Wagnerian opera. One of the euphemisms that I have never understood is "bought the farm."

Buying rental properties is probably a good way of investing income that is unrecorded and untaxed.

Grandaddy issues!

The match was so long I actually ate my breakfast and my lunch during the course of watching it. Every time I thought the end was finally near, the player who seemed to be losing at that point made an unexpected comeback. The most amazing point was that neither player took a bathroom break at any time. (I took a couple, and even my dog took one.).