Charlie

If you were eating on the patio, I wouldn't be upset by a roach. If it were in the kitchen, I might not eat there again. The local paper in Palm Springs prints weekly reports from the health inspectors of their evaluations of local restaurants, and tells you what grades they give to the restaurants, and why. I always read them.

When one is attracted to someone who isn't conventionally "attractive," it is usually because he has some attribute that other people might consider a "fetish."

All assholes look pretty much the same to me, so I have never seen the attraction of rimming.

The "Puppy Bowl" winner before the "Super Bowl" was harder to predict.

I'll bet the car is older than he is.

I think Bridge is mostly a game played by senior citizens. I was taught the game by my partner's grandmother many years ago. When I moved into a senior community, I was immediately invited to join the group that plays Bridge at the lodge once a week, and they are always looking for new members, even from people who don't live here. My brother-in-law lives in a retirement community in Texas where he is in charge of an enormous Bridge group (12 tables). Another game I was taught by friends was Rummikub, and there is a group here that plays that every week at the home of a male couple, but I often played it with one of my housebound neighbors after I taught him how to play (it can be played by only two people). When I was growing up, the card game that was popular was Canasta, but I don't know of anyone who plays it now, and I have long since forgotten how to play it.

I certainly don't recognize it.

What a cute couple!

It would depend on the situation. If an individual obviously needed help (alone, injured or even unconscious) and there was no one else available, of course I would stop to see if there was anything I could do. Otherwise, I would try to evaluate the situation before I tried to intervene in any way. It would also depend on whether I were alone, the surroundings, etc.

They look like they might actually be brothers in a fraternal pose.

I not only think in full sentences before I write anything down, I also edit them at least once in my head before they reach the page. I believe that is at least partly the result of having studied several different languages over the years, and wanting to make sure that what I say is understandable for the intended reader.

Will he give you a test drive?

I would definitely need to hire a fulltime housekeeper.

The simplest way to deal with this is when making a date: simply request that the provider not wear deodorant or cologne. If he asks why. just say that you like natural man odors.

I did watch the match, and it was actually pretty close. There was a lot more man-to-man shows of affection after the match than I am used to seeing after a men's match, not only between the players but with other men in the audience.

I brush when I get up in the morning, and before I go to bed at night. If I brush during the day, my dog hides under the bed, because he sees it as a signal that I might go out and leave him home alone. I floss after every meal.

What does he have in his ass?

From his name, I was expecting to see someone much smaller.

Carlos is definitely cute, but I wouldn't say his arms were his most notable features.

When I informed some eastern US friends that my neighbors across the street had moved to Ontario and invited me to a house-warming party, they assumed that I meant they had moved to Canada, and were surprised that I would drive all the way from Palm Springs to Canada (in the winter!) just for a house-warming party.

I talk to myself in my head all the time. Yeah, I'm old.

When I was much younger, my partner and I lived and worked in Philadelphia, where we owned a house, but I also owned a co-op apartment in Manhattan, where we had lived previously, because we went there so regularly that it was cheaper and more convenient to have our own place there whenever we wanted to go for a weekend or longer. In the early years of the AIDS epidemic, however, we stopped going to NYC so frequently, so I decided to sell the apartment and use the money to upgrade our full-time home in Philadelphia. The main problem with having two homes was that we had to have two of everything, and if we had only one, I often accidentally left it in the wrong residence.

When I came out at 17, the only guys that were easily available to me were older men, so the desired partner was usually in the 25-45 age range, which was desirable because they were experienced and I wasn't. (They also had private places to do things, and I didn't). As I aged, I was more likely to prefer men my own age--I was never attracted to twinks anyway, even when they started to be interested in me. When I settled down with a partner at 25, he was 33. Ours was not an exclusive relationship--we both had sex with other men, from time to time, and they were usually in our own age range. Neither of us had a specific physical type--we were more interested in personalities. (That doesn't mean we didn't care what the guy looked like, only that he didn't have to exhibit specific physical attributes like a certain height, hair pattern or cock size, etc.) Once I reached middle age and started hiring, I was likely to hire certain physical types more regularly than others, and over the years the age spread between the provider and myself steadily increased--after all, there aren't a lot of over-60 providers (or they don't admit it). What I felt like doing sexually and how much I wanted to spend became the deciding factors in my selectivity. After 70, I pretty much lost interest in sex, except as a spectator sport.

At least one third of the mail in my spam folder every day lately is ads offering some sort of "debt relief." But except for my mortgage, I won't buy anything that I can't pay off in full within a month (probably a psychological legacy from my penny-pinching parents).

Somewhere, under the rainbow....