Charlie

I used to have this one, but I can't find it now.

Both father and brother were famed rowers, and looked very much alike.

Unless I am very much mistaken, this is Jack Kelly, brother of Princess Grace and Philadelphia City Councilman.

I didn't say they were all warm memories.

I guess these photos qualify as "vintage," since that magazine cover is 20 years old.

I thought of that old thread immediately when I saw this topic. Re-reading it brought back memories of so many posters who are no longer on the site.

NORTH Philly? Really? I have never thought of anyplace west of Wissahickon Creek as North Philly. Next you are going to try to tell me that East Falls is in North Philly, too!

Is he really "masculate"?

Can I have some milk with that, please?

Everywhere I have lived, from Palm Springs to London (including New York), residents say snarky things about tourists, and then get upset when not enough of them show up.

Number of words in self-description: 12 Number of items in "I am into": 34 Number of languages spoken: none listed Number of profile visits in first 24 hrs: 514

Umm, I'm sorry, what were you saying?

OK, I can match that. On my first visit to London, I was taken back to a flat by a guy who picked me up in a gay pub. A year later I was back in London, and went to a dinner party at a friend's home, where I was introduced to another guest. Afterwards, I went home with him to his flat. As we walked in, I said, "Wait a minute--I've been here before! Did you ever have an American staying here with you named Lloyd ______?" He said, "Yes, he rented my guest room from me for a month last summer. But he never brought anyone here." Wanna bet?

That is the one. He wasn't as defined in those earlier photos.

My experience was being picked up one night in a bar in NYC by a guy who drove me back to his home in NJ. As we got closer, I realized that we were going to the same town I grew up in. I didn't say anything to him, but as we were undressing in his bedroom, I suddenly stopped and said, "Why do you have a wedding photo of Clara and Frank on your dresser?" Amazed, he said, "How do you know my sister?!" It turned out that not only had I gone to high school with Clara and Frank, but the guy's grandmother had been the old lady in the house on the next street behind the one I grew up in, whose backyard adjoined ours. Small world.

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I learned my lesson early from my parents' experience during the Great Depression. He was a credit investigator, she was an accountant for a major insurance company. Both were jobs that couldn't be replaced by technology in those days.

It's worth pointing out that my experience with Mario occurred 40 years ago, before the existence of cellphones, the Internet, and a site like ours. I had first become aware of "Mario" as a coverboy on a gay magazine, with a big spread inside that portrayed him as a fun, playful, affectionate youth called "Michael Delfino," with nude photos. I recognized him immediately as the same person when he advertised as "Master Mario." In person, the vibe was very different, basically aggressive macho. During our appointment, he also revealed that he had "smoked some weed," but I suspect he could have been on something stronger. Nevertheless, another escort I knew admitted to me several years later that he had been infatuated with Mario/Michael, before he went completely off the rails and attempted to murder a client by chopping off the man's arms. I'm not always sentimental about the days of those "vintage men."

A few more to add: .......had sex with a hitch-hiker. ......gone home from a gay bar with someone and discovered he was the older brother of one of my high school classmates.

Your office space doubles as a trashcan?

He was gorgeous, but one of the scariest hires I ever had. I felt like I was dealing with someone who to be handled extremely carefully, and when we were done (as far I as I was concerned), he physically prevented me from going; I had to talk him into letting me get dressed and leave after I promised to return later, which of course I didn't do. I knew he had a younger brother, whom he had persuaded to work with him for awhile (they sometimes advertised as available as a pair in Connecticut). A few years later, I hired a young guy who turned out to be the brother! He was straight, but Mario had turned him on to escorting as a way to make easy money, and he only did it when he needed the money. He turned out to be much more level-headed than Mario, and actually more satisfying sexually. When I asked why he was working alone, he admitted that Mario was in prison. I later learned from another escort that Mario was actually in an institution for those who were convicted of violent crimes but who had been judged to be mentally ill.

Does he look at his phone all the time while having sex?

Yes to #1

I don't believe that security cameras were common then: it was more than a half century ago. And, BTW, it may have been a sarcophagus that you have seen, because it was a Philadelphia museum.

3. Add: Fucked someone on top of a sarcophagus in a museum.