Phaedrus

For me, it'd be less about the menu items and more about being able to see you at all. Come and visit us in Ottawa :) Not driving several hundred km :) I'm sure the ladies can comment more on how common this is (or isn't). For me, I'd *love* to think that the lady I'm going to visit looks forward to it even half as much as I do.

Well, yes - but that's not the point. The point is that we all discriminate when we're considering who we're going to have sexual relations with. Can *you* honestly say that you'd be equally willing to hop into bed with anybody, without any regard to their age, or race, or religion, or body type, or looks? Can you really, honestly, say it'd make no difference to you at all? That you're completely indiscriminate in who you choose to sleep with? I know I can't, and I wouldn't expect anyone else to, either. Incidentally, if you're *completely* indiscriminate in who you choose to jump into bed with, other people will probably judge you for that, too. You can't win :) To be fair, some do - especially on the age of clients. There seem to be quite a few ladies that don't generally see younger guys. But this is *not* like any other business. SPs get up close and personal with their clients in a way that no other businessman or businesswoman does. And although it's true that one person's money is no better or worse than another's, most SPs are not so desperate for the folding stuff that they can't pick and choose who they see. As far as timewasting goes, if you think that an SP may not choose to see you because of your skin color/body type/age/religion/nationality/tattoos/piercings/whatever, then your best bet is simply to tell them about these things when you first make contact. That way, if they do decide to discriminate, not too much time is wasted on either side.

Is this the canine equivalent of a Vulcan Death Grip?

Homewreckers certainly exist. They're the people with whom a married (I use the term loosely) man or woman begins an affair, which is great for a while, and who then start asking questions like, "When are you going to leave him/her for me?" And eventually they'll play the ultimatum card, and someone who only ever really wanted a better sex life will be in a horrible position, and they know their relationship with their SO will quite possibly be wrecked, either by splitting up with the SO or the vengeance of the jilted lover. But SPs are not these people. SPs don't demand that you call the day after (or ever, for that matter). They don't hand out ultimatums (ultimata?). They provide a release valve for those things with aren't being released within the relationship with the SO. yes, I'm sure there are a few SPs who may take a relationship with a client too far and become homewreckers - but I'm equally sure that this is a very small minority, that the vast majority save far more relationships than the ever endanger, and in the cases where the SP-client relationship becomes known to the SO that this is because of the client's carelessness in separating the two. So, yes, I'm sure you ladies reading this have probably saved a relationship or two (or three, or hundred), whether the client in question ever told you this or not.

Congratulations, Cindy! Keep at it!

Wow. If you ever have another, remember to remind the medical staff that someone needs to stand on the other side of the room with a catcher's mitt :)

Oh, shit. No presents for me this year, then :(

+1 on that. The ladies I go back to are generally the ones that would probably have been friends if I'd met them in real life and never got to see them naked. +1 to that, too. Most of us know when we're being given a "compliment" that's just meaningless flattery. In this case I'd be inclined to go further than the CERB banner and say, "If you don't have anything nice to say, please change the subject." What isn't discussed doesn't have to be lied about, and that's probably better for all of us.

cheektocheek, sorry to hear about this. Agreed, it's really not on. But hopefully it's rare - I've never experienced it myself, although this may be because the only SPs who have ever had my number are on CERB, and I *know* they know better :) Anyway, you're quite right to sever all contact with anyone who texts you out of the blue. Regardless, I'd agree that a separate PAYG phone is definitely a good idea, provided the SO never finds it (but that's not too hard, is it? Provided you keep it turned off except when you're actually using it?). I do this, and also have a separate email account for my CERB-related activities, and I don't even have a SO to hide things from. But then, I am perhaps unusually paranoid :) And I do my random chatting with people via email rather than on the phone.

Accidental incest is the reason why responsible organizations limit the number of children from an one donor. Of course, there are also irresponsible organizations... As for the WIT's original question: I've toyed with the idea, but never all that seriously. I'm not entirely against the idea.

Awesome idea! The Killer: cheryl The spooky guide through the disco castle (a la Vincent Price): toine The one who screams like a girl: Megan's Touch The slutty one who gets killed while skinny dipping in the lake: Jazy The nerd (because there's always a nerd): ottawaadventurer The innocent virgin girl and sole survivor of the massacre: Gina

A Carnival? I know one of those... Camille Saint-Saens - Carnival of the Animals - The Elephant (with bonus tie-in to the Bond thread :) )

Indeed - great to have them back! Tip o' the hat to you, Mod.

Congratulations to you, sir! Always great to hear from you!

AFI is a contraction of A Fire Inside. Here's a song about that: The Doors - Light My Fire http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flOvM4Z355A

Wintersleep - Weighty Ghost

I like babies, but I don't think I could eat a whole one. What, you wanted a serious answer or something? Okay... they're fine, as long as they don't make too much noise or smell bad, and their parents take them away and do something with them if either of these things happens. Babies are just a necessary step on the way to a person that you can interact with sensibly and teach inappropriate words to :) What I *really* don't like are the people who get pissy with me because I'm not as fascinated in their every gurgle as they are. Most people understand this, but not all.

You could try using the search function in this forum. They've been discussed before. Here, and here, and here, to get you started, but I'm sure there's more. I've never been myself, so I can't comment firsthand.

Awesome job, sir! Always great to hear from you. Now, please can we hear from you one more time so it no longer looks like we're all jumping the gun? :)

So, all escorts just need a White Knight to come and rescue them? I fear Dr Phil has overlooked some of the difficulties with this. To illustrate the point, allow me to tell you the sad story of the one time I attempted such a rescue of a damsel in distress. I began with the best of noble and heroic intentions: my armor freshly polished and shining in the morning sun, my worthy steed newly shod and fitted for battle by my loyal squire. And so I sallied forth that bright morning, and arrived promptly at the damsel's incall. Have I mentioned that her incall was at the top of a large condo block? It was. Bear this in mind. So, I arrived, a little sweaty from the ride, but not to worry: all good damsels in distress have a shower at their incall, don't they? Getting in the door (complete with steed) was a struggle, but one which was eventually accomplished. And then I encountered my first insurmountable problem... have you ever tried to get a horse in an elevator? No? Take it from me, it's not worth trying. So, my noble steed had to be abandoned in the lobby that I might proceed with my quest. A pity, but no great obstacle to a knight of any repute, surely? And so I encountered my second insurmountable problem... my lance was too long to fit in the elevator! Disaster! What was I to do? Clearly there was only one way forward... the stairs! No matter that my damsel in distress lived many floors above! Have you ever tried climbing many flights of stairs in full plate armor? I tried. Believe me, gentle reader, I tried. But I'm not as young as I used to be, nor am I particularly in shape, and it's really hard work lugging all that metal around. I made it to the fifteenth floor. But there my endurance reached its limit; I was forced to confront the horrible fact that I had failed, and that my damsel would remain distressed for the foreseeable future. And so I clanked my way sorrowfully down the staircase, swore at the stupid horse for crapping in the lobby, and went for a beer Sorry, Dr Phil. I did my best. I wasn't up to it. But if there's anyone out there who needs a rescue and happens to live on the ground floor, give me a shout :)

It could be a lot worse. You could be lying in bed and noticing a giant spider on the ceiling then looking away briefly only to discover that he is no longer on the ceiling..... It could be way worse than that...

Well, in terms of the Bonds themselves, I can't stand either George Lazenby or Timothy Dalton. I'm RG, I'm with you on OHMSS - I hate it too. Lazenby just wrecked it, especially in his horrible efforts to be amusing (and let's face it, you can't be Bond if you can't deliver a one-liner). As for the best... Connery, but I like Brosnan too. And my favorite movie has to be Goldfinger, if only for the way it's changed for me over the years. The first time I saw it, I had no clue that "Pussy Galore" was in any way amusing...