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The posts about Argentine service-providers make me smile. The chronic lateness is extreme. Having to write and confirm previously-agreed details is undeniable. Inability to look at a map and understand how to reach an hotel must be widespread as it explains the abundance of taxis. This brings back the memories of meeting a dazzlingly handsome soldier with green eyes. He lived outside Buenos Aires city so I made a date with him for the next day. We agreed on drinks in a cafe at 8pm, sex in a telo (hourly hotel) and dinner at 10pm...with the promise that if he performed very well, I would let him stay with me overnight in my hotel room. I stressed that he must be punctual. That evening I took a book with me and waited from 7.50pm. There was no response to my calls at 8.20 and 8.40 but at 9pm he phoned me. He was on his way and would be there “in an hour or so”. I told him I was not going to wait and would have dinner with an American friend. I was doing so when he rang me at 11pm and again asked to meet me. I was tough with him but he begged me as he had nowhere to stay overnight. So I relented but told him I was tired so he would have to please me orally. The man began by rimming me exhaustively - so much so that for the first time in my life I thought about bottoming - before he superbly sucked my cock and brought me to an explosive climax in his mouth. We then cuddled and talked for an hour or so before I got him to perform again. When we woke in the morning, I finally got the chance to pound out my frustration of the previous evening in his cute ass. As regards price/rates in Argentina, I generally found the offer of dinner and drinks, or maybe some clothes-shopping, was acceptable to many young guys. If it was a working guy, I paid US$40 generally. To the green-eyed soldier, I gave US$100 and he was so delighted that he instantly asked when we could meet again.

New day in BA, I got Diogo ( http://www.soytuyo.com/indexmodelo.php?id=11244 ) to visit me this afternoon. He is Brazilian, and he clearly was trained in a sauna somewhere. The best sex I had since Bruno#1. I tipped nicely, he was flattered about it. But he was very late of course, and I had to guide him to the hotel, apparently he doesn’t know how to google an address. They care about their architecture here in BA. I was thinking, they look just like Porto-alegrenses, because they were colonised by people from the same places, around the same time (except the seed was Spanish rather than Portuguese, but then it was all Italians, German etc.). Yet they ended building very different cities. BA is very nice to look at mostly (there are exceptions), while PA is ugly, mostly (there are exceptions too). I went to Tom’s (http://www.tomsbuenosaires.com/ ) which is basically a poorly lit bar, followed by a dark room with cabins where gay porn is playing and with glory holes, and followed by a pitch black room, the size of which I have no idea. Everyone stays dressed and wanders around. I have not seen much action. Some of the guys were very decent looking, but I wasn’t going to try and pull, I can afford much better, and that way I don’t risk to be rejected. The guy at the front desk was just indifferent and dismissive, didn’t try to explain anything about how you pay for drinks (do I get a locker? do I keep my wallet with me?) The barman was equally dismissive. Then at 6:30, I went to Av Santa Fee to observe this street trade that fascinates me so much. I must lack observation skills completely, I couldn’t see anything but shoppers and people purposefully walking towards their bus stop. Michael (http://www.revistaratones.com/escorts/michael_revistaratones.html ) also came to visit late tonight and he was good too. I had a good feeling about him from the beginning of our chats back in November. Although I had to give him the hotel address 3 times LOL. Apparently he doesn’t know that you can scroll up on WhatsApp. But he was very passionate in bed, hard. Warning, he has grown a soft beard since his pics were taken. I am a real sucker for good escorts who go overboard to please me. Today I bought a plane ticket for my Bruno to go to Rio (from PA) where he wants to try and find work. It is not very expensive (many of us would give that amount as a tip to a very good NY escort) but I still have to admit he got me hooked: I want to make him happy, even though I will never see him again. At least I know that he cannot just resell this, it is a present he will actually use for himself. And I think it will make him much happier than the same amount given to an escort in the US would make that escort happy. He offered to repay me once he gets enough money from working in Rio to do so. I never really expected the money back, and I don’t like debts for myself because of the stress it gives me, and I don’t wish it on anyone, so I told him I wanted to be repaid in another currency: pictures of him, topless, on the beaches of Rio, and stories about his life, who he made friends with, what job he got, etc. I am a sucker. Go ahead, tell me I am a sucker, I deserve it.

Last day in Buenos Aires. I didn’t hire today, just wrapped up some walking around that I wanted to do. This city wakes up quite late, it is not at every corner that you can buy some breakfast at 7 am. Temperature had dropped very significantly since last night, I am able to enjoy the parks today. Time to go back home, and that puts me in a bad mood: I see only the downside of things now. For example: - I have a taxi booked by my hotel’s people for 1 pm to go to the airport. The taxi was over 25 minutes late. Apparently, it is perfectly normal for a taxi company to make you risk missing your flight here. - Then the driver tries to make conversation in Spanish. I have tuned out my Spanish already, so it isn’t working. - They don’t ever use signals to change lane here. It is also normal for my driver to drive continuously across 2 lanes. And too fast. I don’t feel safe, tbh. - It is starting to rain. - Arriving at the airport, he doesn’t have any change. So now I have the choice of trying to get some change inside the airport or give a big tip to this late asshole. Great. - The toilets in this airport are disgusting. There is someone who is standing there, I think he is supposed to clean them. He is looking at his phone instead. - Very long checkin process, the girl doesn’t seem to know how to handle non-Americans residents flying to America. Then long line for immigration, which overspills onto the security area. - Beyond the security checks, there is only one restaurant serving food. So obviously they have a captured customer base that has no choice, and they are taking advantage of it. This $11 salad is disgusting, it won’t be eaten. A small water bottle is $3. I wonder what the locals think of that. - I try to think of who I connected with, in Argentina, and all but 2 were foreigners. Argentinians have been as cold as Uruguayans. But then, thinking about my observations, they have been the same when interacting with each other, actually, I wasn’t singled out, it is just how they treat people that they don’t know personally: with a professional stone face. Stop over at GRU, nice to read Portuguese signs everywhere! That puts me back in a good mood. The rest of the return to the US is boring. I’ll update in a week or so with financial data about my trip, and then later on, after a full STD checkup by my US doctor.

Completely useless!

Thanks for the the details, @Tartegogo. I really enjoy reading your adventure. I wish I am still in Rio as I am now back in the freezing weather. I had similar experience in Buenos Aires. The guys there are always late. That's why last time I was there I end up cutting my trip short and went back to Rio. Now, Rio is my destination of choice, making it harder to visit any other places because I know I will not find similar guys that I like anywhere else. Enjoy your trip and keep writing about your adventures!

Are you that sexy that he couldnt get hard....That just made my day.... Again, this is a job for these guys you are hiring and shouldnt be taken personal that they handle it as such.....Smile

It's going to Broadway! In April. Can't believe it, but it got me back here to share the news! https://nypost.com/2017/12/14/donna-summer-musical-producers-are-scared-of-cher/

Writing this from the Buquebus fast ferry between Montevideo and Buenos Aires. This Ferry ride is very comfortable. Not a cruise ship, obviously but still nice. I recommend the business class, only about $25 more. I was thinking of going by bus to Colonia and take the ferry from there, but that would have shorted my time in Buenos Aires. Plus I was lazy, I have my big luggage and taking it on a bus wasn’t appealing. In the last few days, I have been confirming my hires in Montevideo and Buenos Aires in a way similar to the following: “Hi, I hope you remember this conversation, I have booked 1 hour of your time on Thursday December 14, at 10 in the evening. I am staying at hotel <specific hotel name> which is on <specific address>. Are you still available for that time and can you confirm our agreed price of 1300 ARS?” For each and everyone of them, here is how the conversation follows (or some variation): Sure, I can meet you. Which day do you want? Thursday December 14 What time? 22:00 like I said here above But where? at my hotel, <specific hotel name> which is at < specific hotel address> Ok my price is 1500 We had agreed for 1300, have you changed your mind about the price? Ok, ok, 1300 is fine Is there lead in the water over here? Or are beautiful people particularly susceptible to early brain damage? I am joking and i am not that annoyed, but I thought I would share that anecdote, as I found it funny that all of them did this to me. And anyway, I am not immune to being stupid: I dropped my passport somewhere in the ferry terminal and realised it only when queuing for the checkin. I started panicking. After asking 4 different staff members, I was starting to think it was lost in the taxi, and was already imagining myself stuck 2 days in Montevideo while the consulate was making me a new passport on their emergency service. The 5th person I asked made a phone call and luckily, someone had brought it to the terminal’s admin office, and they just handed it back to me. I haven’t found people to be friendly in Montevideo. They are very cold. Brazilians were nearly all instantly warm and smiling. Here only a couple of people were not stone-faced. Fair enough, my Spanish is terrible, but at least I am trying! There are 2 gay saunas in Montevideo, Toronto Sauna and Horus sauna both in the center, but I haven’t visited either. There are no garotos de programma as far as I know and I didn’t feel like pulling a guy that looks like me. Is it weird that I miss my Bruno more than my husband?

My new boyfriend is AWESOME!Ok well, we just broke up because I am in the airplane to Montevideo and there is very little chance I will be back here for a long time, but he was AWESOME!So if you have been reading, his name is Bruno, he is gay, usually passive, not effeminate, tender, sexy, romantic etc. etc. Anyway, we were texting all day Sunday, he was offering a walk in the park, or a cinema (apparently they have English audio movies here), but I declined. He said he would be in mezzaninu later. We also agreed that we would go to Gramado tomorrow together. I had hinted that it would be easier to go together early if he slept at my place I was thinking of going to Plataforma, just to check it out, but I got lazy. So I will leave PA never having seen this famous historical Sauna. I know some of you will say I have missed out on a couple of interesting hours. I got an Uber straight to Mezzaninu, in which there was a very slow night going on again. Only a few of the usual suspects were there, except for 2 new twink boys which I tried.1. Alexandre. Good bottom, no compliant. Clearly straight, though. Offered 80, paid 100 in the end. 2. Didn’t write his name and can’t remember it for the hell of me. Some common Brazilian name. He claimed to be 23 and his body skin was indeed feeling that young, but his face looked older. Straight also. His offer was 50, he said he just needed to buy gas for his car. But after I explained what I wanted for him (naked picture with face, sucking me, gozada) he up-selled me to 80. During the session I realized he was doing a descent back massage so I said let’s do that first. And he up-selled me for 20 more, lol. So I ended paying 100. Good enough sex, though and good gozada all over my face. But, at this point, after 10 days of this I was feeling like you do after thanksgiving dinner, you know, when you are so full that, as you walk through the kitchen and even though there is a lot of very tasty food left from earlier there, you think, “eurrg, no thank you, I don’t think I will ever eat again”. That was my feeling looking at these beautiful boys at that point. Bruno was doing his own thing and told me he got 2 customers. There was free barbecue meat on the top floor terrace. I didn’t get any, it wasn’t particularly good quality meet, but the locals and the boys were loving it. At 8, I had enough and luckily Bruno too, he saw I wasn’t drinking anything or looking at the boys, so he said “I could spend the night at your place again”. I said “you know that i don’t want to spend the night alone.”So, Uber back to the hotel together. I noticed how crap his phones was, it was failing to charge, unless he first took out the battery and put it back in, and only the front cam was working... you are guessing what happens later on, right?I told him I wanted to visit “Vitraux” later tonight, a local gay bar and club. He said great idea, I know it well. We slept for about an hour a the hotel, and at 10 got to Vitraux. It is not far from my hotel, so I thought of walking, but he said it is not safe, Uber.We got there, and as I should have imagined, there were cruising gays guys, gay couples, lesbian couples, a few guys clearly too old to be there, a few very cute and very young guys (remember Tarte, this is not a sauna, don’t assume you could just hire them, I told myself) who were not sure how this cruising thing all works. I loved it, it was such a trip back into memory lane, it was just like being back in London in my late 20’s. At first, I was a bit self conscious, clearly on the upper end of the age range for this club, but after a margarita (perfectly made) I relaxed quite a bit and I don’t think I have broken a sweat dancing like this for at least 15 years. The lasers probably killed a few thousand receptor cells in my retina, and I am sure my ear drums suffered too. Bruno was hugging people he recognized and having chats with them. Interestingly the fact, that the music was too loud to talk has no impact on our communication, since flashes of google translate white text on blue screens is still the main way to talk for us.It also helped that, unlike in my late 20’s clubbing experiences, I was not going to be rejected even once tonight, because I was not cruising. I already had one of the 5 hottest guys on the floor dancing with me. By the way, he knows some serious dance moves. He got notified that there was a party where 2 of his room mates were, North of town. He offered to go, and I was like “sure”. So new Uber (I think Bruno was loving the idea of jumping from party to party at no cost to him), we went quite some way out of the centre of town. It was such and experience:First, it was in a field! There was everything you would expect in a club, except the walls and the roof. Very gay friendly party, but not exclusively. One of his friends works for an international airline at the local airport, so, spoke good English to me. The others were friendly. One girl was Bruno’s room mate, he asked if she could come also with us to Gramado in the morning. I said “yes, if she can wake up early enough”. I thought it would be good for him to have someone to speak to at normal speed. She was fine, but I didn’t connect.There was a second of his roommate, an incredibly cute 18 yo, Matteus. He had a sense of humor like my Bruno. I had to remind myself a second time that here not everyone was for hire. He was hugging and kissing his boyfriend (who was the quiet type).The party finished soon (we had arrived into it very late) and then, we heard of a third place with more people they knew. I was only a bit reluctant but he showed me where it was on the map, and it was 3 blocks from my hotel, so I though at worst I will loose 1/2 hour of sleep, no unnecessary travel happening here. Bruno said no need for Uber, my friend has a car. OK, All good, we squeeze at six in this car, and then things started to go downhill: the driver was drunk. Not quite enough to miss a traffic light or do something stupid like this, but still, I was uncomfortable. (Young people! ) Luckily at 1 am the streets are empty and he was staying under the speed limit, so I didn’t make a scene and I resorted to make well received jokes about our drunk driver through my google translate, showing them to everyone except him. For example when we arrived I flashed on my phone at everyone “quem é surpreso ao ainda estar vivo?” ( “who else is surprised to still be alive?”).I loved making Matteus laugh. At the third party (more like an After) I paid for all 6 entrances of course (who cares about total us$ 30) but it wasn’t as fun any more. Also, a near catastrophe: the second girl roommate of Bruno was also there, and they asked if we could take her too. I didn’t dare to say no, but she looked trashy, and I don’t know if “a sense of vulgarity” is the right description of the feeling I had about her. Luckily, that got fully resolved later in the morning. At 7:30am when he texted them, the girls had only just arrived home, and so they were more desperate for sleep than for Gramado. Bruno was a star all night, though, hugs, kisses, holding hands, introducing me to everyone, not ashamed in any way, always checking with me if I preferred to go back to the hotel or something else. After 40 minutes in that “After”, we left for the hotel. I was feeling 29 again. Exhausted, no sex, fell asleep right away. We woke up early, Monday morning, quick breakfast and left for the car rental place, and of course I screwed up. I forgot my driving license at the hotel. We had to go back and lost nearly an hour in total.He doesn’t drive, so I drove all the way up to Gramado. I hadn’t realized it is such a shopping town, so of course we shopped and I paid for everything. He was very reasonable, though, he never went for anything expensive. We did a few tourist things lots of pictures of course house of chocolate Ice bar Snowland (indoors cannon-made snow, ice rides etc. ) They keep the entire place at -11 degrees C (12 deg F) so I think he has never been as cold as this in his life. That was quite expensive R. 150 per person. Drove 10 minutes to Canela, more pictures, lunch, and then more shopping. He was looking at phones, and he decided which Samsung he wanted, and then looked at me, imploring. I was shaking my head but he said “you help me, half only”. All right, all right, you do need a phone that works.He paid his half with his fee from me. I paid mine by CC. Later on in the evening, he was very thankful about this The drive back was tough, at 6-7 pm you have the sun in your eyes all the way, in that direction. Sunglasses only do so much for me. Anyone who has enough time, I strongly recommend to sleep up in Gramado so you only do 2 hours of driving in a single day. I was also tired, and my back hurt. He offered to stop for 15 minutes at his family’s house which is half way with just an 8 minutes extra driving. That was perfect for me, I was able to relax, drink some painkillers, and the sun had just gone down when we started again, so the rest was more comfortable. Great for him too, he wanted to leave them some of the chocolates we had bought in Gramado. I told him that he hadn’t shaved for 2 days and that was not how I preferred him. He asked to stop in a pharmacy and he bought several toiletries. Back at the hotel, he spent a long time preparing for me, shaving, cleaning up down there, showering of course, using the new perfume I just bought him... The sex was so tender and slow, so boyfriend-like, so good, I am still not sure it wasn’t a dream. He is very ticklish, so if you have a fetish about this, you could hire him for that, I guess (give him the chance to refuse, though, because a whole session might be too much to handle). Exhausted, I fell asleep in his arms, we slept through to 7 am. Had buffet breakfast together, and I finished paying him and added a big tip. Still perfect boyfriend-acting until the last moment. This is the last you will hear about Bruno, unless someone hires him and tells you. I wrote too much, but I also will make this my own record, and making 2 versions takes too much time.

tassojunior - you are winning at life!

This week in Ft Lauderdale with my newish blond Argentine boyfriend. Next three weeks in DC with my 1.5 year muscle boy power bottom boyfriend who was under the illusion he was a born-again heterosexual for a few months. Then early January chasing David and Dominik in Prague/Vienna/Zurich to get them to come visit. My guys are far-flung but winners and I love them.

New language update, the total language immersion into Portuguese in Porto Alegre, with no other choices, is starting to yield results, tonight I uttered 2 complete sentences in Brasilian Portuguese which my new boyfriend, Bruno, said were entirely correct! One of them had a relative clause in it! Someone give me 3 months off work to spend here, I could be fluent :-)

Ok guys I am fully reconciled with this city, even though it is still ugly, but I had a great 24 hours. I spent Saturday morning visiting the Porto Alegre cathedral, the market (nothing to buy, but it is good to see how people live here, and what they eat), and the rest of the city center. By 11:30, it was getting too hot for me, so I went back to my hotel to enjoy the gym, the pool, and a take a nap. I left at 3:30 pm for mezzaninu, but I arrived 10 minutes early: they only open at 4, so I had to hang around with GPs who didn’t feel like talking to me much. I have not yet mentioned the quality of the premises. It is very large, very clean, very well organized and probably expensive for the locals. Clearly the best setup of all the saunas I have seen. Because of the party, there were many hot guys tonight, plus all the ones that I saw yesterday and many others. I started by sitting down and getting a drink, but the boys don’t come an sit with you naturally as they would do in 202 or in 117, they stay in the corridor, where you can’t miss them when you are walking around. So I got up and found myself Bruno #1 who is gay and a bottom and knows a few words of English, and when he doesn’t, he makes a special effort to articulate his Portuguese so I can get it. He is 29, but in very good shape. I thought he was 25 before hiring him. Even before he bottomed for me, I had a really good vibe about him, like I could trust him. The sex was very good, so in the cabin I offered him to leave with me later on, for the night with me. I told him he was free to get some other clients, in the meantime, but he said there are too few clients, you are the most I can get, so I’ll stay with you. I had noticed Bruno #2, very muscular, angelic smile, dark Italian hair. Unfortunately he was only top. After consideration since I was satisfied with my topping of Bruno#1, I hired Bruno#2 for muscle worship, cuddles, kissing and sucking only. It was a good time, not something I’ll will remember forever though. He was worried that I might come on his stomach’s skin, I mean wtf? I suspect he is the one that @PopeFrancis warned me about privately , but I could not not worship this! Around 6 pm Guilherme arrived, and everyone was all over him! Such a perfect face and body! 23 yo but looks 20. I was having trouble catching his attention, and that is where having Bruno#1 at my table was so useful. He got him to come over and Guilherme explained he was top only (I do know otherwise, but anyway). I didn’t want to bottom that night, so we negotiated 100 per boy and that he would fuck Bruno. That was great, I will remember for a long time a moment where I had a very close view on Guilherme’s dick repeatedly entering Bruno, while he was fingering me and I was sucking Bruno. I also fucked Bruno some more, and came while Guilherme was kissing me. Sorry, I am getting more and more graphic. If you think that reduces the appeal of the posts, i’ll tone It down. The client that I met last night was there too, and he said that he thought I could trust Bruno#1 for the night. I am so glad about that. Bruno was great company, not just sexual or sensual, but actually romantic the whole time. That is what I call good acting. We went to my hotel’s rooftop which is higher than most buildings in this city and we did the “KING OF THE WORLD!!!!” Titanic joke/thing against the terrace balustrade. He laughed at every one of my jokes. We went to a high-end churrascaria, with amazing service. We spent a lot of time cuddling at the hotel. We didn’t have sex, but I was spent anyway. Unfortunately between 6:30 am and 7am, he had 6 or 7 phone calls and 20 texts about a problem he didn’t want to tell me about, and after that he said he had to go home. So I didn’t get to have breakfast with him (although that was part of the original deal). I paid him for the night as agreed and didn’t add a tip. Sunday morning. Before the sun got too hot, I went for a walk in the big park called farroupilha. I have to say several of the P.A. parks are actually the residence of many homeless people, so I find it hard to enjoy them at all. Don’t come here for the parks. The Museum of Arte of the state of RG do Sur opened at 10 am. There are only local artists but I have to say those paintings by Rossini Perez resonated with me for some reason. Oh, and there is a beautiful coffee shop on the main floor from which I wrote most of this. I now have to withdraw cash for the boys. Oh and earlier I have managed to rent an SUV to go to Gramado, and Canela tomorrow. I am taking Bruno#1 with me, he makes a good temporary boyfriend. Health update: my feeling of burn on my lip has disappeared completely and did so right away. Not sure if it is the Zovirax or it was just a false alarm, or my immune system was ready for it. I am still applying Zovirax, just in case. My primary bank’s automated fraud system has freaked out (it was more or less expected) and has blocked card payments from both my credit card and my debit card. So I am using set of cards from backup bank #1. If they freak out as well, I have a 2nd backup, and then a 3rd backup set. This is happening although I have warned their system, online, that I was going to be in Brasil for these dates. They still freaked out. Maybe the shadyness of the places I am paying makes it more likely. I could call them and go through the painful process to get this unblocked, but I am on holidays! This can be dealt with from home later on. The heat is getting too much again, most likely I will spend the afternoon at the hotel again, using the gym and pool, and maybe today get ready to bottom at Mezzaninu. I enjoy your attention and reactions guys, which is mostly why I write, I am not going to hide it. Next update will probably be Tuesday from the airport lounge.

Hahahaha ... some of you caught on to there being no clear point in my attempts to contribute to the payment topic. Could anybody really sum up and knit together the many, often disparate, pieces of thought put forward here? I could give a rat's ass about anyone's opinion on this subject because I don't need to have an opinion of my own about this subject. I think this makes me the most sane or insane person in the thread. That is how nutty it is. I must admit, though, there is an obsessionality about it and we we will see it played out in interminable groundhog day style. I find myself drawn to the posts like a moth to flame. You can almost time to the minute when money will inevitably come up. Once introduced into a thread it becomes like a fast-spreading weed choking out the topic's purpose. It can never be shut down because too many posters need to have the last word, and too much attention span is required. I hope mine is not the final word that shuts it down. Who could tolerate such omnipotence? I find the whole thing incredibly amusing as a kind of collective character trait, ideas defying meaningful integration while colliding off each other. Then me unwittingly putting myself out there as a whipping boy, offering the one opportunity for unification among those polarized in their futile attempts to give readers a true roadmap for the topic of money. Interestingly, I think this topic should never be shelved because it cannot be put to rest. It is immortal and beloved. I think we should just resign ourselves to living with it, stockholm syndrome style. I get a kick out of it, while kicking myself for it.

I hesitate to reply, However, tonight I had this conversation with some of the boys AND owners of saunas, Was Junior's birthday after all. Do what you want with your money...will it buy more love.....NO! Will it make you feel better about this money for sex arrangement, Maybe. Sauna Guys make ABOVE average for a Brasil wage....MUCH more......here, Like Thailand, they know how to play to your purse strings. Do I regret them...HELL NO...my point is , throw your money like you want to.....just don't think they will "LOVE" you any different. Eyes WIDE open.....;-)

When an escort in Europe or in the United States quote his price, do you try to bargain ("haggle)? R$100 is very low. Remember many of the guys whom you meet in the saunas or bars or elsewhere are fucking and sucking or getting plowed,m etc. to earn money to initially support or to complement their earnings. Also, remember these guys have feelings, too. If a straight guy is uncomfortable being in your company for hire and is out with you at a restaurant, accept it and try NOT to make too much out of it. Are you there to make friends for life, or to get laid? I've always treated escorts with the utmost respect from all angles and desire the same in return. Lastly, I KNOW very LITTLE Brasilian Portuguese, a beautiful but rather difficult language to learn, especially at my current age. So with the language barrier-- again, try to make do and laugh when you're having difficulty. I know you would prefer to converse, but if it's difficult as it apparently seemed to have been as it was with me-- enjoy the guy's company in bed-- treat respectfully, and try not to make too much out of it. I was reluctant to post, but what I read really bothered me personally. Treat others as you wish to be treated. I've been there and understand!

Awful!