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>Honestly? Believe it or not, not all of us guys who see SPs are magazine-cover material ourselves. Crazy, isn't it? >And yet the lovely ladies of CERB see us anyway... I'm model material for round things... A model blimp. Round is a shape (And I work out every day to maintain that fine roundness :-). One of the things I enjoy about this hobby is how warm and affectionate the girls have been with me. I'm a gentleman with the ladies, and they respond with real warmth. I love it when a girl I've been with before, recognizes me and burst into a big smile.

Dear LuxeMulvari, Technically, you are interested in becoming a physician, not a doctor... Doctor technically means a teacher (e.g., professor) and was originally derived from the Latin to lead (same root ad e-duc-ation. The association with medicine was an accident of the age of enlightenment when doctors of learning also happened to know more about medicine than anyone else (and it was possible to know everything that was known)... but I digress. (Its historically true, but I'm saying it just trying to be funny -- a word means what people think it means). If your marks are not well above average you would most likely not be accepted into Medical school. The typical education for pre-med is biology because a physician needs to know a lot about biology. You could take additional course in biology to upgrade your marks. I would expect you'll need at least an A average in your last 10 courses to get into a Canadian Medical School -- probably better. I will confess I'm not all that familiar with the requirements for new applicants these days, but I doubt they have gotten easier... incidently I'm an adjunct faculty in a medical school (Dammit Jim, I'm a "doctor", not a "physician"). The best person to ask is actually your undergraduate school's career advisors. He/she can tell you exactly what sort of course work you would need to take and what sort of marks you will need in order to get from where you are to where you want to be... medical school. As for math, I don't think you need steller marks in math... all the physicians / researchers I know are terrible at it (which is a good thing for me -- hence my adjunctive appointment). Good luck. Also consider a paramedic career which has all the emergency help that you like, but much less educational burden. But if physician is your dream, go for it.

>We are not in possession of all the facts. Very true, and consider the source. Is the Ottawa Sun as reputable as the Toronto Sun? I still think it all sounds fishy... sounds too much like trying to cash in on a moral panic in order to cover their own issues... Teen girls accusing other teen girls of horrible crimes is not unprecedented (e.g., Saleem Witch trials, the Satanic cults of a few year back). But as was said, we don't know the details so lets not jump to conclusions.

I betcha that one of the girls got caught by her parents and then claimed she was forced into it by the other girls. It all sounds rather fishy.

To Blahblah00, >She was great. She provided a better gfe then what the ex did lol. I guess thats why they call it the Girlfriend experience, not the wife experience (WE)... I don't think the Wife Experience (complete with not tonight excuses) would be too popular. > I get major anxiety....However, I was not up to the task. For my early SP experiences I got major anxiety as well. Even after some 30 appointments with SPs (in 4 countries) my heart is still pounding when I knock on her hotel room or appartment door. But I would sometimes come too fast (the opposite problem). Fortunately I always seem to be able to go a second time. My first Canadian service providor I made the mistake of only booking a half hour (one shot on goal) and came after a few seconds while she was orally putting the condom on me. She told me she had another appointment right after mine which meant that I couldn't pay for another 1/2 hour. I spent that weekend dreaming about her pussy. Since then I always book an hour. Its only recently that I can avoid coming too quickly the first time (never that quickly, but faster than I want to come -- I almost never come too quickly with my significant other). Live and learn. IF you try again with a more experienced provider you may find that the girl has more skill in helping you relax and acheive your goals. Try again. Good luck. Additional Comments: Chanel said >Not to cut in on the guy talk, but this is an absolutely fascinating read. Chanel, anything funny to report about your first time, from the other point of view?

I saw Violet at Toronto passions today. She was really cute, had nice firm natural breasts, and really seemed to enjoy her work. The session was set up as an incall in a hotel. I am friends with a girl I meet on my commute to work. I'll call her L for confidentiality. She flirts but backs off if I flirt back giving me mixed messages. I figured that having an affair is not really worth it. Too much emotional conflicts and those late night desperate phone calls... and its so much harder to hide an affair from ones wife than a one time meeting with an escort. But still, I hungered for L. So I decided to look for a escort service provider who looked like L. Thats hard to do with pictures with no faces, but I found Violet's picture at TP and her hair was just the right type -- long, brown, wavy. So I booked Violet for that reason. In talking to Violet about it, she informed me that I'm the first person to ever book Violet for her hair go figure. Apparently the ample C cup natural breats and the curvations buns are more of a drawn. Well, each to their own obsession, go figure. Anyway, her hair, as hoped, was a perfect match. I have a particular fondness for the tingling feeling of a woman hair falling over my body or face. Violet is shorter, and younger but does in fact look a bit like L. In fact at one point she swung her hair over to one side in a manner reminiscent of L... but Violet has bigger breasts (darn it all). Violet even aggreed to pretend to be L for the session and; told me to call her L. She said she likes the girls name. Later, she told me that if I come back again, she'll wear office clothing to help my fantasy along. But by that point I was admiring Violet for her own self -- such a cute sexy body and amazing hair. Anyway, she found the whole situation rather amusing. Actually she was the first person I've ever talked to about my desires for the flirtatious L. I've never thought about that before but there are things I can tell a service provider that I can't tell anyone else... kind of like my own confessional without the stuffy moral code. As far as the seseion, Violet did amazing things with her body; things that were new to me. She has a great attitude and a fun disposition and was really sweet. YMMV, but I found Violet to be a satisfying substitute for L... but a bit better, enhanced... L2.0.

Right now I'm on a Kurosawa binge. Hidden Fortress Ran Throne of Blood Hidden Fortess is notable for being the inspiration for Star Wars, but I think the story is actually more of a parallel to the Empire Strikes back (After a defeat, a general, a princess and a couple of clowns have to sneak through enemy territory to find refuge with a close ally.)

I agree that its a bad idea, and that nice ass is not a complement because its rather crude, but one should not over react. >The OP acted like a complete gentleman and didn't make the comment (can't convict > him on his thoughts) but almost made the mistake of being a guy that deserves to > be pepper sprayed! Not only could you not convict him for his thoughts, you couldn't convict him for saying it either, unless he was persistent in giving his unwanted attention. Pepper spraying him, however could get you an assault charge; and getting the boyfriend to attack him could also lead to an assault charge for the boyfriend.

"And studies (lots of them) have shown that fast drivers, particularly on safe four lane highways are paying more attention and less likely to get in an accident than those well under the "speed limit" so why the higher insurance rates? " LOL. There are several ways of being a bad driver -- speeding, changing lanes, tail gating, using a cell phone, distraction, reading a map, drinking etc. -- and all of them should pay high insurance rates or have their licence suspended. I have no sympathy the insurance rates paid by bad drivers -- be they driving too fast or too slow (and both will get stopped and fined). In fact good drivers subsidize the cost of bad drivers. I hate to throw so evidence into a discussion of opinion, but this is what a transport Canada has to say on the topic of speeding. http://www.tc.gc.ca/eng/roadsafety/tp-tp2436-rs200807-menu-158.htm

Already the afterlife, spooky. Or maybe its the after party.

The ROM (museum) in Toronto had an exhibit about the Mayans. Apparently, the calender does not end Dec. 21, 2012... it just keeps on going, its not even a particular important part of the sequence, just the beginning of the next part of the sequence. What I'm hoping is that when this event doesn't occur, that people finally give up these notions of prophesy and doomsday... and maybe take human made preventable problems more seriously (e.g., global warming, polution, extinction of wildlife etc.). also from Wikipedia. Despite the publicity generated by the 2012 date, Susan Milbrath, curator of Latin American Art and Archaeology at the Florida Museum of Natural History, stated that "We have no record or knowledge that [the Maya] would think the world would come to an end" in 2012.[37] "For the ancient Maya, it was a huge celebration to make it to the end of a whole cycle," says Sandra Noble, executive director of the Foundation for the Advancement of Mesoamerican Studies in Crystal River, Florida. To render December 21, 2012, as a doomsday event or moment of cosmic shifting, she says, is "a complete fabrication and a chance for a lot of people to cash in."[37] "There will be another cycle," says E. Wyllys Andrews V, director of the Tulane University Middle American Research Institute (MARI). "We know the Maya thought there was one before this, and that implies they were comfortable with the idea of another one after this."

from a lady signing about lucky numbers to lady luck herself And as a bonus, its Marlon Brando singing in a New York Sewer... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVlQXvrWC_A

Hair today gone tomorrow. From HAIR to HARE

It might be a long way to the top, but AC/DC also wrote about the highway to hell So heres MEFISTOFELE himself challenging God in the Prologue from MEFISTOFELE by Boito http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPW81EUC8pc&feature=related

>"He used to be in The Screaming Trees." ok, trees, the Birnam woods scene from Macbeth, and the Scream ok, its not a song, but its funny

hummm, perhaps thats why biker gangs are so violent... sexual problems caused by the seat design and vibrations.

Ok, not really related to the previous song, but it is about imagination and dreams, love and beauty etc.... very imaginative. From one of my favourite operas. Lovely night, oh night of love, smile upon our joys! Night much sweeter than the day, oh beautiful night of love! Ah! Smile upon our joys! Night of love, oh night of love!

Great thread by the way. It was nice to read about other experiences.

My first service provider was in Winnemucca Nevada at the Wild West Saloon. As you may know, brothels are legal in some counties in Nevada, but ironically not in Las Vegas per se. I had just finished a business trip in Lake Tahoo and wanted to do some sight seeing the high desert of Northern Nevada. In particular I wanted to go opal mining in the north west corner of Nevada. Well, that was my excuse to my wife for renting a car and spending a couple extra days in Nevada (and she did like the idea of some opal). I had originally planned to stop at the Mustang "Ranch" just outside of Reno, but I couldn't find it. The Mustang ranch is (according the web site) world famous for the model like quality of their girls. However Google maps had given me the wrong directions. I learned later that the entire brothel had been bodily moved about 5 miles further down the highway. After searching for it for over an hour I gave up and drove on towards the Winnemuca disappointed and still horny. I got to Winnemucca just before dark, checked into a motel 6 and got internet access. To my delight I discovered that there was a whole row of brothels along the highway in Winnemucca. So I got into my little rental car and drove to the nearest brothel. The only one that seemed open was the "wild west saloon, so nervous but horny, I opened the door and stepped in. I got in and was welcomed by a couple of aging cowboys and two scantily clad middle aged women. I sat down and was offered a free drink. I had a coke to calm my nerves. The girls came out to introduce themselves. I wasn't particularly impressed -- they were all in their middle ages -- not much younger than my wife. But I had committed myself so ok. I said I'll finished my drink before choosing. A blond lady, named Melissa, sat down beside me and started talking to me. She was not a beauty, but had enourmous breast that occupied my attention. I was by this time relaxing a little bit and was now turned on by the prospect of sex... even if the girls were not as beautiful as I had hoped. Melissa suggested we go in the back and discuss what I was interested in doing. She also told me that she had to check me over (presumably for warts, rashes, and other nasty things). Apparently I passed the test. This inspection is apparently required in Nevada, and also was done in one of the brothels I visited Australia. So Melissa then asked me what I was interested in. I said I'd like to have sex, then cuddle for a while and then have sex again. She said ok, well that sounds like a GFE for an full hour. I asked, "ok, so how much would that cost". She said $600. I did in fact happen to have over $600 with me... in part because I had won $200 at blackjack in Tahoe, but I had hoped to get more than one session with a lady. But picture this, the girl is in front of me on her knees, with her head level with my swelling organ. Looking down at her I see these enourmous breasts and sweet blue eyes looking up at me. At that point there was no way I was going to back out of it. So I said, ok. She took me up to her room, we did the financial business, and got down to the action of the evening -- beginning with a very nice massage and rolling right into intercourse. It was great. She was a really good lover. She had apparently be at the Mustang ranch until the previous year when the ranch was closed, then bought out, and moved up the highway. At that point in my life it was probably the best sex I had ever had. So it turned out to be great. I didn't notice immediately, but later realized she had a bit of a pot belly and I think she might have been pregnant, but I didn't ask. Nonetheless, it was a nice way to start this hobby. By the way I did find a couple of pieces of opal (one black and one white), but not quite jewelery quality.

I was in the mood for some temptation after work, so I emailed Garden of Eden on Tuesday and checked on availability of a couple of their girls for 5pm. They called me back and told me one of the girls I was interested in wasn't available, but Lux was available so I booked an hour with Lux. This was my second visit with Lux. I don't recall my first visit being especially great, but I did have a pleasant memory of that experience. So, I was excited about seeing lux again; I love her profile photographs. For this second visit, she was amazing. She greeted me at the door looking very sweet and sexy. I think she was wearing something pink, but it didn't stay on very long. After the shower we embraced and she kissed me; a hot passionate kiss. Lux has a light brown complexion. She smelled of vanilla and coconut. Her breast are natural and perfectly proportioned. I noted that they seemed a bit large for a C cup, but she assured me that they were a perfect C.... and I must say yes they were perfect. I'm not one to kiss and tell, but we enjoyed multiple positions, and every moment was great. Between "shot" activities we talked about politics, philosophy, and the music industry. She has a nice sense of humour, but is somewhat cynical.. so we got along perfectly (compatability). And speaking of compatability, her body seemed to know exactly what I wanted. One final comment. Usually after spending an hour with a girl I'm satisfied for a couple of days, but I found myself longing for Lux again later on that same evening.

>Paying the fine is an admission of guilt But typically the driver IS guilty. My wife got a fine reduced by fighting the ticket, when she was in fact speeding and was guilty. So why reward them with a smaller fine if they waste the taxpayers money and fight it. Ok, sure sometimes there may be extenuating circumstances, but often that is not the case. If the driver is guilty and does waste the taxpayers money, they should pay the court costs in addition to the fine.

My wife fights tickets to gets the charge reduced. I personally don't fight the tickets though I gotten very very few tickets ever and never lost points, so I'm perhaps not the best person to respond. My reasoning is that my time is worth more than the money saved from fighting it. It seems the system is set up to penalize people who accept the tickets, and pay them. My wife fights it and gets a discount (she get more ticket than I do). There is something really bizzare because it cost the state a lot more money if the driver fights the ticket, than if they just pay the ticket, because court time is very expensive. Thats backwards. The system should reward drivers who just pay the fine.

Interesting observation. Church in my experience was always a place to show off, but it used to be ones wealth by wearing expensive clothes (Sunday best as you say), minks, nausiating levels of perfume, make up, and so on, rather than clevage per se. I personally don't think theres a difference.

"I don't think they take their rings off for our benefit." I stopped wearing my wedding band years ago. The wedding band seemed to encourage single girls at the office to flirt with me. My wife doesn't wear her wedding band either.