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  1. 1 hour ago, Rudynate said:

    True enough - but what you're describing is inordinately complicated.  To me. in that same situation, the simplest thing, that I could live with, would be to cut if off with the boy.  However, the whole thing would leave enough of a taint that I would probably cut it off with dad as well and move on.  

    Stop saying cut it off before someone actually does; this whole thing could get ugly.

    I'd love to know what Dear Abby thinks about this, but I assume that when she read the original post, she fainted. This is an unfortunate mess, with no one at fault, and a rare case of two rights making a wrong. I'll adopt a rule that if it smells icky, and looks icky, and sounds icky, it's probably icky. So, walk away before icky gets sticky. 

    BTW, will father and son see each other at Thanksgiving? I'd like to buy a seat for that.

  2. On 11/5/2020 at 6:54 PM, Merboy said:

    It's not how long I live that matters. If someone said to me, "I'll give you just one year left of life, but you can have everything you ever wanted for that entire year", I'd say, "Sign me up."

     

    At the top of that list would be to be a billionaire for my last year on Earth and also to have sex with thousands of gorgeous men.

    I want to follow you around and pick up the crumbs you leave behind. Especially the handsome ones.😉

  3. 1 hour ago, Vin_Marco said:

    Katharine Hepburn’s childhood, in her own words.
    “Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus.
    Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.
    There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.
    The children were  well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their  parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns,  animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their  excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It  would be a highlight of their lives.
    The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say,  "You're my knight in shining armour." He was smiling and enjoying seeing  his family happy.
    The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, "I'd like to buy  eight children's tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family  to the circus." The ticket lady stated the price.
    The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you  say?" The ticket lady again stated the price.
    The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his  eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?
    Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20  bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any  sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped  the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
    The man understood what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.
    He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his,  squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a  tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; "Thank you, thank you, sir.  This really means a lot to me and my family."
    My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad  gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.
    Although we didn't get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside  us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
    That day I learnt the value to Give.
    The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life, learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
    The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasised because there's always joy in giving.  Learn to make someone happy by  acts of giving.”
    ~ Katharine Hepburn

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    That story made my eyes leak. Thank you.

    [We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give. - Winston Churchill]

  4. 2 hours ago, purplekow said:

    Well at least they had a non stop flight.   Yes they took the Panda Express.  But I believe it is best that they are returned, we do not want to pander to the Chinese for a few bears.  Certainly for some who thought they were a gift, they were bamboo zled.   

    Any suggestions for the in flight Movie?  

    Kung Fu Panda seems too obvious.  

    Peter Panda. the story of a a bear that just didn't want to grow up.  

    The Un Bear able Lightness of Being The story of 1982 Czechoslovakia and of two men, two women and a Panda who survive the Czech Spring

    Panda's Labyrinth.  Story of a young Panda who finds its way to a strange and magical land 

    Panda or a Box.  Movie about a game show where you can either win a bear or unleash all the troubles of the world from a locked vessel

    Or maybe just a concert from someone playing the Panda's Flute 

     

    It is an absolute and unforgivable miscarriage of justice that I am limited to awarding but one single eyeroll emoji 🙄per post. This post clearly merits multiple 'moji's on many levels! 

    And yet, exceedingly well done!🤣

  5. 41 minutes ago, tenderloin said:

    Fair point, but I think that risk exists in almost any rental situation unless you are seeing someone you already know. My building records all visitors, and the cameras are quite evident to folks as they walk into the foyer and enter the elevator. In NYC at least, many providers live in less desirable parts of town, so I think the risk is greater when one is entering one of these dwellings while likely carrying a large amount of cash. 

    True story - I had a regular I would see in East Harlem. One time I got into the elevator with a woman who, without asking, immediately pushed the button for the floor to which I was headed. I smiled and asked her "how did you know?"  In an unfriendly tone, she replied "there's only one reason men like you come into my building, and he's on the 16th floor.

    That is hilarious!

    And thank you for the additional info on the apartment situation; it puts things in a different light. I agree that there is some risk in every meeting with an unfamiliar provider, no matter where the meeting takes place. Most of mine are in nicer hotels and which generally have good security and a staff who mind their own business about my business. Logging all visitors is a very good measure, providing an even better safeguard than a vigilant hotel staff. So, I'll relax my concerns for safety in your home. But, please, still be careful.

    Years ago in LA, I went to a provider's home, a rented house he shared with two other men. I didn't know that going in and thankfully didn't meet the other roommates during my visit; that would have greatly unnerved me. The house was in a part of town neither grand nor gross, neither Brentwood nor Watts. But the roommate situation and the neighborhood vibe, especially after dark, made me feel uneasy. Several years later, I had a similar experience in DC, minus the roommate element. That was the last time I did an in-call with a new provider.

  6. 6 hours ago, tenderloin said:

    They did not physically harm me, but: in addition to not doing during the session what was explicitly agreed beforehand, and demanding a rate increase mid-session, and ending the session after only 20 minutes (after I agreed to the increase), one of them tried to distract me while the other started exploring the apartment looking on shelves and in drawers. I then ushered them both out of my apartment. They were not even out of my building before they blocked me on RM as they knew I would post a bad review. 

    Your life, not mine, but why in the world would you invite an unknown provider (let alone two of them together) into your apartment? It just strikes me as inherently risky, and it seems you got off easy from the encounter, even if being an uncomfortable one. It could have ended much worse. (My thought has always been, they don't need to dump the body if I'm killed in my place.) Please be careful!

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