Charlie

Every time I check out at a supermarket, the credit card machine asks if I would like to add a contribution to a food bank. I always say no, because I already give directly to two local food banks. The machine at Petco or Pet Smart always asks if I want to donate to an animal shelter, and I say no, because I already contribute to a couple of local shelters. I prefer to make my own choice of who or what I donate to. I tip fairly generously for services where it is traditional to tip (waiter, barber, etc.), but I don't see why I should be expected to make up for the failure of the employer to pay the person working the cash register.

I don't remember what I spent for any item of clothing, but it was never outrageous. The most expensive things I buy now are tennis shoes, which cost more than I used to pay for a good suit (about $140). I hardly ever throw any clothing away unless it is damaged--I still wear a couple of the sweaters I wore in college sixty years ago, including a nice cashmere sweater that I inherited from my father.

I also always knew the position as "cross-legged," not "Indian style," and I am old enough to remember when it was considered OK to call homosexuals "fairies."

Today is the anniversary of the death of Guy Fawkes (the original Guy Fawkes, not ours). It is also the 70th anniversary of my grandmother's death.

Are they really two guys? A few of the photos in both ads are the same, or obviously of the same guy. Although they list different ages and heights, they look an awful lot like one another.

Photo #4 is taken in Palm Springs; I'm surprised he doesn't list it as a place he travels to.

I think I once mentioned on this site, in some other context, that on my first trip to Paris as a young man, a sophisticated older friend took me to dinner at a fashionable Vietnamese restaurant, where I was served something I didn't recognize. When I inquired what it was, I was was told that it was perfumed eel soup. I almost excused myself to barf.

I wasn't about to start watching the men's final live at 12:30am PST; I expected to watch the replay today, so I didn't watch or listen to any news when I woke up this morning. When I started playing tennis at 7:45 this morning, I told the other three doubles players that if they knew what happened in the match, please don't tell me. Wouldn't you know that at 8am I heard someone on the next court blab out that Djokovic won in straight sets. At least I was able to watch the Eagles beat the 49ers in live play just now.

What rank is the hot friend?

There are two '57 Caddies in the photo. The first one in line is a Biarritz, but the one he is leaning against is a Brougham.

One doesn't usually find a waiter in Geneva who speaks French but not German or Italian, the other two official languages in Switzerland. I suspect he doesn't actually "speak" Russian, although he may have picked up a few words. But it's obvious that he loves to talk.🙄

Ah! Memories of my 1961 Beetle. (I did have some erotic moments in it, but they weren't very comfortable.)

These kinds of records are confusing partly because before the "Open era" began in 1968, the national championships (the "slams") were usually limited to amateurs, so players who started winning as amateurs and then turned pro were usually banned from competing. For example, Ken Rosewall won the US as an amateur in 1956, but turned pro the next year and couldn't play in the tournament again until 1968; he won it again in 1970 as a pro.

I love fish and other kinds of seafood, except escargots and eels.

Havana?

Back at ya, mate! (I was there for Australia Day in 2003.)

Pegula's career seems to rise and fall with the fortunes of the Buffalo Bills. They lost on Sunday. Azarenka's last major title came at the Aussie Open ten years ago; it must be some kind of record if she does it again.

It looks more like "boyhandled."

I would also watch out for Ostapenko, who looked really strong beating Gauff. She and Rybakina will be an interesting matchup today, even as a visual contrast (the fire hydrant versus the telephone pole).

Especially when you are meeting with an escort for the first time, asking something as direct as "Will you cum in my mouth?" is demanding something too specific. You don't know whether he will be able to or want to do that, and perhaps neither does he. It is probably more productive to simply say, "I like it when a dominant guy cums in my mouth," and try to gauge his reaction. You can also ask, "What kinds of things do you like to do with someone?" and see whether it sounds like you are compatible. Hiring an escort is not the same as executing the clauses in a legal contract. It is reasonable to agree in advance on broad roles (e.g., top or bottom), and you should indicate what you definitely do not want, but you will probably enjoy the experience more if you haven't already decided that you both have a specific script to follow to the letter, and are open to go with the flow.

My philosophy on hiring (I started when I was 35) was the same as for all other kinds of entertainment expense: if I had cash that I didn't need or want for something else, I indulged my lusts. I never considered hiring to be a necessity, so I didn't make any special arrangement to budget for hiring in retirement. I retired relatively early (at 60), and luckily I always had enough money for necessities, plus some left over for pleasures. However, the pleasures that I wanted to spend it on changed as I aged, and I found I got more satisfaction out of spending my extra money on other kinds of entertainment rather than on sex. I stopped hiring altogether when I was 68, not because I couldn't afford it, but because it no longer brought me the kind of emotional payoff that it did when I was younger. I am still sexually attracted to pornstars, but I no longer feel any motivation to do anything about it.

'55 Chevy

He is either very new at this, or sophisticated enough to realize that there is a niche market for guys who don't try to look like pornstars.

That was the traditional economic theory that I was working on.

A couple of weeks ago I bought a new car. Given the current interest rates on loans, I decided to pay cash, since the annual RMD from my IRA had just been deposited in my checking account, and I didn't need the money. It's too late to reconsider now, but I wonder what your opinions are on having done that?