rvwnsd

It is his son. As in his sperm fertilized a woman's egg and nine months later his future co-star was born.

Back in 1995 BC (before cellphones) I was looking for a hookup using a phone chat line and found a guy who lived in Boystown, Chicago. I was in Evanston, about 7 miles away by car. He said it would take him about a half hour, but having made the drive several times I knew 45 minutes was more like it. 30, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 75, 90 minutes pass, no hookup guy. Back to the phones! Find a different guy from Lakeview. Says he will be 30 minutes, blah, blah, blah. Takes him an hour, apologizes because Lake Shore Drive was shut down due to an accident and had to take Broadway and Sheridan Road. We mess around, he cums and goes. About 15 minutes after the second hookup guy leaves the first hookup guy shows up. He was three cars back from the accident that shut down the drive and couldn't go anywhere. Totally frazzled, very apologetic, understood we probably wouldn't mess around but didn't want me to think he was a flake. Turned out, a long blow job using lots of tongue was just the thing to settle his jangled nerves.

Well that's a fine how-do-you-do.

Top it off with some Shimmer and you have a delicious breakfast. But keep that can close by...just in case.

Straight guys don't have Endora eyebrows. http://www.rockandfiocc.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/ednora2.jpg Upon further consideration, even Endora's were not THAT sculpted.

I had a guy tell me he was retiring because he found a BF and the BF did not want him to escort. He was very sweet in his message, mentioned how much he liked getting together and wished me well. He's the escort whom I saw on the street at the Farmer's Market. He stopped, turned around, and said "hi" introducing me to his BF. We lived a few blocks from one another and he told the BF he knew me from the neighborhood. About six months later he texted me to let me know he had broken up with the boyfriend, would be posting a Rentboy ad, and assured me that he would continue to honor his old (lower) rate. We hooked up several times until he retired for good.

Clever.

No. I only use the ones I buy online from Russian hackers. Can't be too careful.

Those pics are over ten years old. I hired him in 20012 and they were dated at that point. He was fine, but wouldn't repeat.

I don't have a hard-and-fast rule, mainly because "issues" are situational. While I don't know that the initial issue (keycard not working) would make me walk away, were it to happen to my keycard I would suggest that the other person grab coffee or a drink on me (as someone else suggested) while I resolved the issue. For me, this is as much about the other person not having to listen to the discussion as it is me not wanting the other person to know my credit card was declined!

Anyone can live out that scene. Simply use one of the fine products hawked shilled mentioned in this thread.

Don Blue Eyes has not advertised for a few years. Last year I sent him an email to the address listed in his Daddy's review and he stated he was no longer escorting.

O M G Quarry is one of the funniest effing SNL sketches ever. Jane Curtin was amazing on that show.

Technically, you weren't bathing, but to bathe in jello would require you to be immersed in the liquid form and hold still while it sets around you - in a refrigerator! I think it counts.

I laughed so hard I thought I would get IL.

This restart is likely to be short-lived.

Not sure why, but something about his face pictures reminds me of Archie Bunker.

"Saftig" is a German word meaning "juicy" or "succulent." ("Saft" is the word for juice.) "Zaftig" is the Yiddish word that refers to "voluptuous" or "pleasingly plump." At 5'9" with broad shoulders, curvy hips, long legs and arms, and a big bust my mother was what one would call "zaftig." Roseanne Barr back in the day was not one who would be called "zaftig."

I'm guessing like the sound my cats make, not quite in unison, when we are riding in the car on the way to the vet.

Me too! Only mine had just finished doing the "Last Dance of the Perpetual Spring."

Oh, I'm sorry - just realized it was the part where the "professional" couldn't figure out to say "hey, baby, let's go share some mouthwash."

So, which part was the client's fault? The part where the credit card was declined, the security check of his ID, or the turndown service that was scheduled to occur during the appointment?

I'm typically logged into "rent.men." When I click a link to "rentmen.eu" I'm required to agree to their user agreement and can then select .eu or .men

I've found this method to no longer work (such as with Rentboy) or to render an unhelpful description like "man" or "chest."