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He sure is purdy, but not enough info/history.

"S'up?"

Was this the first HustlaBall?

Another golden oldie. I'm pretty sure this hunk once gave me a callus.

What the hell goes on in the locker room that all of them have to practice this position?

A predecessor notion to this is The Peter Principle, expressed in book of the same name by Lawrence J. Peter, published in 1969. The basic premise is that in a hierarchical system, an employee's successful performance in one job qualifies him to rise to the next level, then to the next, and the next, and so on, until he finds himself in a position which he is neither suited for nor capable in, thus disqualifying him from further advancement. Or as stated more concisely, "In a hierarchy, every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence."* (I found Peter's description of a "free floating apex" especially funny, having witnessed its demonstration several times in my career. It was used to describe a high-level executive whose entire organization was moved from beneath him, in stages, until he was left alone atop a no longer existing pyramid.) *Acknowledged as quoted from the book, so as to avoid the kind plagiarism charge that got us here to begin with.

Their most popular menu item is Cream of Some Young Guy.

I must take some issue with a traffic stop involving diamonds found up a butt as being described as "routine," and I am axiomatic in that.

Don't know a grand total, but it's been substantial. Maybe not enough for the south of France, but South Philly would probably be attainable, if I were so inclined.

Because for the moment, he's into something else?

"And I thought pigeons were a bitch," said the statue.

OMG! Don't even snap your fingers; just point and grunt.

You are obviously a very cool cat.

I can think of far fewer ways of wasting time that I would prefer to viewing pics of hot, handsome men.

Well, one comes to mind ... OUCH! Two men are talking in a bar and one asks the other, What's the worst pain you've ever felt? The man answered: I was walking in the woods one time and needed to take a dump real bad. So I went over by a tree, lowered my pants and shorts and squatted. I didn't know I had positioned myself right over a bear trap, and when the first turd hit the trap, it closed around my dick and balls. Wow, said the first man, so that's the most pain you've ever felt? No, said the man, that was the second worst. The worst was when I got to the end of the chain.

This bares looking into.

I'm sorry, I'll have to call you back. I'm in something right now.

For the extra 4 cents, the card says: You are gullible. And fat.

I think they picked the right spot for that kind of action. Go Navy!

Looks like an interesting place with a storied past. But, sadly, no hustler vibe detected. Also, would like to have a bodyguard -or two- to visit this part of DT LA after dark. Or maybe even at high noon?

New take on needing a stiff one?

Woof! That boy's script is so hot that when I read it, I clutched my pearls! Would love to be used by this man.

I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV. But I would suggest the possibility that, although the gay sex wasn't to your liking, the same-sex companionship was. And beyond that, you fell in love with this man. Not a conventional man-on-man love, perhaps, but a form of love that gave you something you were yearning for and became a significant part of your life. For his part, perhaps he just saw a good thing when he ran into it; being treated to gifts, dinners, and entertainment (I presume), with no sexual exchange expected or required, might describe the straight escort's dream relationship with a man, gay or not. His terse disengagement could be explained in a number of ways, some more likely than others: he found a better gig; his conscience began to bother him; the relative power balance (your greater wealth vs his relative impoverishment) began to make him feel emasculated and eventually resentful. I can say all this because - been there, done that, and more than once. A difference in my circumstance was that I liked the sexual element of the relationship. But it was never central for me. I loved having someone to love, and found that aspect to be the most satisfying. And it was always the other that created the distance that came between us. Didn't understand it then, don't understand it now. But have no regrets for any of my loves. Except I'm no longer in their lives and am unaware of their circumstance. I just hope they're well and happy. Don't know if I'm sorry this happened to you because I think you got something positive from it, even though it ended as it did. Take that good part, keep it, remember it, cherish it. But also learn from it for the next time. And for the one after that. On my deathbed, I want to count the loves I've had, not the money I've saved. Bon voyage!

All the candy maker needs are those two magical words seen on practically every food package cover or menu with an image of their product - Serving Suggestion. It's the get-out-of-jail-free card for culinary misrepresentation. I once noticed these words on a box containing a frozen Sara Lee cheesecake, and next to the words Serves Six. Assessing the smallish size of the box, my immediate thought was "Who are these six skinny people? I'm going to eat the whole thing by myself while watching a half-hour TV show. 'Serves Six,' my ass!"