Charlie

My impression was that Tsitsipas pulled out mentally during the second set--those easy balls in the middle of the court that he didn't even try to hit gave it away. I don't speak Greek, so I don't know what was in that constant chatter from his father (I didn't see Philippoussis speak at all), but Tsitsipas looked almost like a sulky child rejecting parental coaching.

After a rocky start, Coric beat Norrie with surprising ease. Tsitsipas beat Medvedev, who seemed somewhat rattled by the occasion, in 3 sets. Coric is looking more attractive than ever, so I would like to see him rise in the ranks to the point that his matches get a lot of TV coverage again. It's not like I am distracted by his looks, of course😜

How could they include that on August 14,1968, the Montreal Expos joined the National League, and leave out that on the same day Charlie met met his future spouse?! (And we stayed together longer than the Expos stayed in Montreal.)

Family members vacationing at a nudist colony?

Family members vacationing at a nudist colony?

Family members vacationing at a nudist colony?

A cute young guy with a huge cock has been on RM for seven years, and has only eight reviews? Hmmm...

He must pay attention to this site, because his ad disappeared only 16 hours after the first mention here.

Lacoste polo shirts were the thing for gay men when I was young. I went bar-hopping in my new Lacoste with a friend in NYC one night when I was 21, and found myself in the Harbor Bar, which turned out to be a leather bar. When my friend went to case the joint, two big, older men in leather gear soon sat down on either side of me at the bar, and started to chat me up, then suggested that I join them outside for a motorcycle ride. However, my friend returned at that moment and strongly informed me that it was time for us to leave, so I never got to find out what those men were interested in doing with me🤔 My spouse, who is 87, still wears a Lacoste polo when he wants to look dressed up.

I have less armpit hair than I used to have, but the strangest thing is that I used to have a large patch of heavy dark hair covering the back of my left shoulder, which often caused comment from the men with whom I had carnal relations--one person even refused to do anything with me when he saw it, because he thought it was some strange disease. It appeared in my early teens, along with dark leg hair and public hair, on an area on which I had suffered a sunburn when I was an adolescent. I was not particularly aware of it unless someone mentioned it, because I couldn't see it without looking in a mirror, and I stopped having sex with strangers a dozen years ago. A couple of years ago, I happened to catch a glimpse of my back in a mirror, and was surprised to see that it has completely disappeared! The skin is still slightly darker in that area, but it is totally smooth--there isn't any trace of hair there at all, although the rest of my body hair hasn't changed. Any explanation?

I have always worn white New Balance tennis shoes, but I have noticed that recently many young pros at tournaments are wearing shoes with unusual colors and patterns. When I tried to buy new tennis shoes this week, my regular supplier told me that the only pair he could get in my size at the moment were royal blue and silver. I wonder what response I will receive when I show up on the court in them.

I love soup,but I have never made any. I have been addicted to Progresso, Campbell's and Amy's for years.

I'm "usually very hot," too, here in the desert.

It wasn't there when I lived on West 58th.

He has been on RM for 6 years, since he was 19?

David Anthony has been around a long time, and so have some of those photos. He's been on RM for a dozen years, and was on Rentboy before that. It's hard to believe he has only 13 reviews.

When I saw this on the comics page a half hour ago, I said to myself, "I'll bet samhexum will post this in the 'grocery shopping' thread."

I love a class with hands-on instruction.

I'd love to take him for a ride in that Packard.

I believe the British general term for it is a "grunge" fetish. I knew someone who liked to have sex while rolling around in motor oil. I knew someone else who wanted to have sex while dressed in a used sewer cleaner's outfit.

I did neither--I am a properly behaved concert-goer.

One of the first LPs I ever bought was her first solo album in 1961. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see many of her live performances, but I remember a concert performance at the Academy of Music in Philadelphia in the 1960s, when the audience was so enthusiastic that they were gasping loudly and clapping even before she stopped singing "Doretta's song" from La Rondine.

I bought it when it came out, and I may still have the copy somewhere.

Interesting that in the front row, The Handmaid's Tale is the only one that is not a true "classic." (It's also the only one I have never read.)

James Dean and Sal Mineo?