roamingguy

Started this wonderful hobby this year, so I know the catch 22. Begin by seeing a lady who doesn't need a reference. There are ladies that don't require one. When you see the lady, be a gentleman, and have good hygiene. Good hygiene, self explanatory. As for gentleman, respect her boundries, be courtious, pay up front...in short be nice and respectful. Also, prior to the meeting, ask her if there is anything you should know, helps with the boundries. No blocked numbers Good luck Have fun

Christmas is over, New Years around the corner, just wondering what everyone's New Years Resolutions are On the serious side, try to lose a pound or two. As for my hair...I'm bald, and proud of it On the fun side Reconnect with a couple ladies I've had the pleasure of meeting and want to see again Connect with a couple ladies I've only met through CERB via posts/pm's Connect with a couple ladies that have caught my eye so to speak If I can budget it, an overnight encounter Try a duo with two ladies Try something outside my comfort zone (won't say what that is) Get an erotic massage (believe it or not, never had one before) Not to mention a day fishing (won't say with who, but she knows who she is) RG

Years ago, bought a truck. (this is abridged version of story btw) Financing done through the bank. My chequing account with the credit union. Bank said all they need is a voided cheque for automatic withdrawls for payment. I gave them a voided cheque from my credit union account. Two months later, bank calls, says they haven't received a payment. Go in, they tell me the chequing account must be from their bank not from my credit union account. So I now have to open a chequing account at the bank. But they were nice enough to "give" me overdraft to cover the two months missed payments, which wouldn't have been missed if they told me at the outset that my credit union cheque wasn't usable for the bank loan Do you think I got compensation for their mistake RG

Kinda explains why Mrs Claus is jealous of the elves Sorry, couldn't resist Merry Christmas everyone RG

The following is a good Christmas story. Thanks . To all my friends, both old and new, from my house to yours may you be truly blessed this Christmas and may you have a very' happy and prosperous New Year. May God's riches blessing be with you and yours. Everyone needs to read this and realize how we can share Christmas with those less fortunate. I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma...I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her. On the way, my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me... "No Santa Claus?" she snorted..."Ridiculous! Don't you believe it! That rumour has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where Grandma", I asked. I hadn't even finished my 2nd world famous cinnamon bun.. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbours, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out at recess during the cold weather. His mother always wrote a note telling the teacher that he had a bad cough but all us kids knew Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down."Yes ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumours about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous.. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19..95. May you always have LOVE to share,HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care... and may you always believe in the magic of SANTA CLAUSE ! Give back - what you can, where you can, whenever you can.

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2010 was a great year for me, becoming a member of the CERB community and getting introduced to hobbying Looking forward to 2011. RG

I think you answered your own question in your second sentence. And one does not need to live close by to care about the safety and welfare of another human being, whether a sp or hobbiest, or both. And Megan obviously cares enough. If you want to hobby, hobby, if you want to do substances, while I don't personally condone, do substances, but DON"T MIX THE TWO My 2 cents RG

Just thinking, speaking of labels, I'm a BMATFM That's bald middle age tall fat man LOL Yes, don't really like labels, be it bbw, or spinner, but they do exist, and are used RG

Try the Ambassador (Princess Street) ask for your room to be in the west wing. Rooms comfortable, and west wing of hotel has seperate entry door (which doesn't appear to be locked, at least in my experience...don't know about late late evenings 11pm after) away from check in desk You could also try Travel Lodge (also on Princess) and Best Western...geez, also on Princess...all three hotels are relatively close to one another Motel 6 economical, but no frills...definitely not upscale (but clean) RG

I have to second that opinion, bbw doesn't apply to you...just bw (beautiful woman) as are all the CERB ladies RG

I too agree with you Emma. If you write a reco, it should be there to stay. It is based on your experience with the lady at a certain point in time. Even if at a future date circumstances change, that doesn't/shouldn't change past experience. It strikes me as a petty thing to do, not something a gentleman would do And how could anyone take any hobbiest's reco seriously if he has pulled one of his reco's from the past because of something in the present/future My 2 cents RG

Getting together with the family. Watching the smile on my nephew's face when he opens his presents (Christmas is for kids after all) Watching the look on my brother and his wife's face when they see the present...oh no, another toy that takes batteries and makes noise Christmas dinner...this year, instead of turkey, doing a prime rib RG

The issue in that case is that, based on your post, you are doing incalls, which is illegal (keeping a common bawdy house) With that having been said, if you do nothing to attract your neighbors attention, you should be ok...but if you have hobbiest's coming and going at all hours, you would attract attention If your incall is discrete (ie 1 customer/day) and not attracting the attention of your neighbors, you should be ok My 2 cents RG

Reviews are written for ladies you can recommend. If you can't recommend, don't review, it doesn't make reviews that are written suspect. For example,I had one bad encounter, chalk it up to no chemistry. Not my fault, not the lady's fault. But I can't write a negative review in this case, it was a matter of chemistry between the lady and me, and would not be fair to her to write a review. And some ladies do not want a review done. My first repeat lady gets A+ but does not want a review done. So don't read into lack of reviews that the sp is someone not worth seeing, she may not wished to be reviewed (or the hobbiests haven't written a review) RG

If you see a single guy, happy, content, has hobbies, has toys, likes hobbying and you want to change that, marry him....just kidding of course RG

Marriage or Relationship With a Significant Other ... If you want someone who will eat whatever you put in front of him and never say it's not quite as good as his mother's Then adopt a dog. If you want someone always willing to go out, at any hour, For as long and wherever you want ... Then adopt a dog. If you want someone who will never touch the remote, doesn't care about football, and can sit next to you as you watch romantic movies ..then adopt a dog. If you want someone who is content to get on Your bed just to warm your feet and whom You can push off if he snores ..then adopt a dog ! If you want someone who never criticizes what you do, doesn't care if you are pretty or ugly, fat or thin, young or old, who acts as if every word you say is especially worthy of listening to, and loves You unconditionally, perpetually ... ..then adopt a dog. BUT, on the other hand, if you want someone who will never come when you call, ignores you Totally when you come home, leaves hair all over the place, walks all over you, runs around All night and only comes home to eat and Sleep, and acts as if your entire existence Is solely to ensure his happiness .... . . . . . .. ..then adopt a cat! You thought I was gonna say... Marry a man, didn't you? Send this to all the women you know To brighten their day. Send this to all The men just to annoy them! You... ....have a GREAT Day!!!

And another thought that just popped into my head (a thought from me, that's scary enough LOL). First, no excusing that sort of behaviour from anyone, whether from PEI, Ontario, BC or any other province/or country for that matter. But maybe it seems that there is an abnormal amount of rude individuals from PEI because of population demographics. PEI has a population of approx 141,000. In contrast, Toronto, just a city, has a population of approx 2.5 million. No scientific data to back this up, just thinking maybe with a lower population base, the jerks who send ignorant emails stand out against the decent guys, in contrast in areas with a large population base, there might be jerks, but so many more respectfull decent guys that the jerks don't stand out Just a thought. And no matter what, that sort of behaviour is unacceptable, no matter where that individual lives RG

Not arguing, but first point, I said "If a guy isn't discrete about his hobbying privacy, do you think he cares about the privacy of the ladies he sees." Key word is "If", my comment a generalization, which may or may not apply to this case As for being unashamed of being a hobbiest, (which btw I too am unashamed of hobbying), that isn't the point. Maybe the ladies would like discretion. They may have other lives seperate (work, family etc) from being a SP, and would like to keep the two lives seperate. It isn't just the hobbiest's privacy to consider, it is also the ladies privacy to consider. You go on my cell phone, gps, and even computer at end of day, all traces of any aspects of my hobbying gone...and I'm single. Just a few more comments RG:D

Well there is a feline out there that is getting a home within the next couple weeks...been told thats what I'm getting for Christmas (along with some hints) Lost my last cat a year ago, and it was/is just like losing a member of the family But besides that, I do donate to the Lakefield Animal Welfare Shelter, and will likely find a new family member there too RG

Highlights for me Started hobbying...July 2010...July 7, 2010 to be exact. In spite of this CL "lady" being a bad experience, it got me over the hump, so to speak of seeing escorts. Only regret, I didn't start hobbying sooner in life The great ladies I have met thus far Tess Gina Leigh (just before she retired...count myself lucky to have met her) Meg (Meg for Fun) (she is definitely worth a 4 hour drive to see) Jordan Hahn I also found out, to my pleasant surprise, seeing escorts is more than just sex, the kissing, cuddling and talking is just as pleasurable. And as a personal note, I live some distance from Toronto and Ottawa. At first, I thought this put me at a disadvantage, not being close to the ladies. I now discovered, this allows me to see more ladies, from Ottawa in the east to Toronto in the west RG

If it wasn't for CERB I wouldn't have had the pleasure of meeting you, and other lovely ladies. I have found the ladies of CERB intelligient, personable, friendly, attractive and sexy. My one (and only) CL experience I found the "lady" to be one step from working a street corner doing a hustle, and if she was ever on CERB, she'd be gone pretty fast. Maybe if CL did some self policing, this wouldn't have happened to them My thoughts with only half cup of coffee in me RG

Strange, and indiscrete. Me, for the most part outcalls to hotels. But the couple of times I've done incalls, I always, after the encounter, delete the address off my gps, and after each and every encounter I wipe the contact phone number from my cell phone. Not just for discretion purposes on my part, but to protect the privacy of the lady I just saw. If a guy isn't discrete about his hobbying privacy, do you think he cares about the privacy of the ladies he sees. Some thoughts RG

Google, that's how I found CERB, the rest they say is history RG

Well nothing wrong with this, no way you could ever be sick of this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dnrosVyamY Sorry, couldn't resist:D RG

Namssa beat me to it. The link in his post will assist you RG