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I have to select these three. I Dream of Jeannie The Beverly Hillbillies Gilligan's Island Just looked at my choices. Does anyone else see the common denominator for an adolescent boy? Hmm, some things never change. :)

Such an interesting question. To be participating in this with the wifes blessing and knowledge or even better with her, would not be cheating, in my opinion. I believe that doing so without her knowledge probably would be cheating, but I also believe that one could do that and still have a loving and satisying marriage, at least until she finds out. Then, it could precipitate very unhappy times I would expect. Ultimately, it is a personal decision and as others have pointed out, if it feels like it is, then it probably IS. The mind can rationalize all sorts of things but can also present moral conundrums. I for one sometimes feel like I am cheating, even though my wife is no longer here, and that makes no sense at all.

Angel and coffee and cats....it was only a matter of time before you posted this one. :)

Congratulations RG. I always enjoy your posts and the variety of things that you comment on. Well done and keep it up..

A very Happy Birthday to you! :)

As happens so often, I can merely echo the words and sentiments of RG. There are amazing women here - and all of them I truly appreciate for what they have done for me in so many ways, and I don't only mean just "that." :) They are giving me hope and inspiration.

I am saddened to hear of the passing of Ms. Babcock. I am further saddened that I was not familiar with her prior to her death and this notifiication. In reading the article I detect the passion that I have come to find from some other sex workers that I have met here through CERB. I have become more aware all of the time that sex workers rights and safety issues are very commonly not addressed in law, and that the exisiting stereotypes are so terribly wrong. As I read more and learn more and discuss more, I am so impressed with the way in which some of you have adopted leadership roles to carry on the work that Ms. Babcock may have been a pioneer in. Whether you be on the front lines and in the public eye, or in the background with this, then kudos to you, and I trust that you recognize far better than I the contributions made by Ms. Babcock. As requested by Sky in her post above, I have written a note asking for a correction to the newspaper headline. Condolences to her friends, family and peers.

Ah, my new word of the day. It's a dull day that you don't learn something new.:) Let's see how many times I can get that word into a sentence today? T U B E R C U L E "What a lovely tubercule you have." As I think in my head, 'Whoa, I know how she likes to get off'. Or to myself, "Stop staring at her tubercule. It will make her feel uncomfortable." Or, "I wonder if her tubercule is natural or cosmetically enhanced." "It's just another case of, there's nothing like a good tubercule." But actually for me in reality, the eyes say it all. :) I love continuing education in all things be they great or small.

I like Daniel 17 because every time he writes a post I have to go and read it. He can be funny and hilarious or sensitive and thoughtful, but always says the right thing at the right time.

I expect that you will receive a variety of responses that cover the entire spectrum because, as they say, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." For me from my perspective, some of the words that I would associate with photographs that attract me are: Classy Sophisticated Sensual Erotic Teasing I enjoy photos that do not include full nudity because I like to leave the mystique and mystery in place. The traditional "little black dress" is hot, as are photos taken in jeans and a t-shirt, athletic gear ....ahh, I guess I am easily pleased. Face pictures are not a requirement at all. As much as I have written about being attracted to personality, intelligence, and other 'intangibles', I certainly do have my own image of my ideal female body type, and that does influence me as well, so a profile photo and a full length photo would be perfect. Merely one persons perspective. Now I must go look at your pictures on your profile. :)

Makes me rather nervous. When I read Angelas post I did not know anything about it, so I did a bit of background looking aroiund to find out what it was about. I now see what it is about but the reason that I am nervous is that many of the nominees from even just a year ago do not seem to be participating. I am only here since January so that makes me think that my days must be numbered. LOL

I like Steve because he is a great sports fan, even though his allegiances are misplaced. I also like him because we have some common friends, so we must think alike in some areas. :)

I guess I want to add two things. I shall jump on the moose bandwagon. Since January, I have had moose and deer sightings on virtually every trip through NB and NS, and was probably less than 2 seconds away from a moose collision. Very scary incident. As well, just as an aside, what would have hurt perhaps the worst from my original story is that the time donation would have ben paid regardless.....a last minute cancellation for whatever reason is not an excuse to leave an SP with a financial deficit for the time scheduled.

I expect that if all of the SP's pooled their stories and anecdotes that there is a bestseller in the works for the person that puts it together. Sometimes we do find the misfortunes of others funny, and after a period of time, funny even to those who suffered the misfortune. An example of this is the thread started by Megan about Best Fail Moments at http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=28938 and there are some hilarious stories in there. Recently I had an experience where I thought that I would have to cancel a date with less than one days notice. IF it had happened, I doubt that it would have been accepted as valid, but honest, this is the truth. You see, I have a severe allergy to wasp stings, but not to bee stings. A wasp sting causes severe pain, severe swelling, severe itching and burning, and does not go away in a matter of hours - it is days or weeks. Bees, no similarity. Anyway, the day before this encounter, I was outside, wearing nothing but a pair of very loose fitting shorts and I got stung. I knew it was a bee or a wasp. That was easily determined because you KNOW when you get stung. But I was not just stung anywhere, oh no, the little bugger had flown up my shorts, and must not have liked what it saw, so it decided to let me have it right on my balls. And then, reactions kick in. I swatted it. Double pain. Oh shit! They say that just before you die your life flashes before your eyes. Well this experience may be a close second. Pain, and then, "Was it a wasp or was it a bee"? And then, "If it was a wasp, will they ever believe me when I cancel"? The shorts were dropped, and upon investigation, I found the bee. Thank the good Lord above! OK, so this has made me wonder when I hear of guys cancelling at the last minute, what were the best stories that you may have heard as an SP, especially if you KNOW they were speaking truth? Or maybe it is the ones that you'd never believe, like, "I got stung on the balls by a wasp." Anyone care to top the excuse that I did not have to use? Guys, you can file that one away for when you need it, but trust me, you don't want this to happen to you.

I was in the same position as Boomer, and his experience was identical with my own. I know with certainty that people that I did not know introduced themselves and as well, that there were people that I did not know who came and left for their own reasons without seeking me out at all. My thoughts were all positive in knowing that my wife had people who came to pay their respects for her alone and not for reasons of supporting me or of feeling a need to "make an appearance". I am touched by the response here to this topic.

You know you spend too much time on CERB when you start to feel as if you know people that you have never even met.

I Like Old Dog because in a previous positivity thread he said that I had a great ass. I like anyone who appreciates one of my finer qualities.

Women Always Vicariously Exude Sexuality Next: LOVER

This could probably go in the You Know You're Old When....thread, but, Robbie Robertson and The Band. Music from Big Pink a classic album and their work with Bob Dylan was the crowning touch. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxtypvQS9dA

A good birthday behind me today and I want to thank everyone for their best wishes, whether posted here on the thread or sent by PM, email, text or in my guest book. All very much appreciated and another reminder of the nice community that we have here.:) Thanks again.

As was writing this post I see several more have come in. Reading them, perhaps my original interpretation was correct, and I like what Elizabeth just wrote.. Intent. Politeness. Courtesy.

The more that I am on here, and especially as I write, I find myself having to think for a moment and pause before I click on that submit button. I have learned from personal experience that it is very very easy to write something and then find out that the reader has misinterpreted and sometimes "got" exactly the opposite message of what you intended to convey. In this case, I know that initially I "read" it as an insult, however as WIT has pointed out quite correctly I believe, those words are open to interpretation. Oh if we all only had the writing talent of a WIT or a Samantha Evans :) So Cleo, when I see you one day, there will be no need for any Latex and that is as clear as I can say it. I like you just as I see you. :)

The perfect SP for each individual is probably someone different. As women are so different from each other in many ways so are each of the men. We each have our own fantasy scenarios, we each have our own view of an ideal body type, we each have our own preference for personality, and the list goes on. For some a perfect experience is defined by the physical, for others it is defined by the intangibles and where the priority lies for each of us can vary from one end of the spectrum to the other, and everywhere in between. I will say that sometimes an attempt to recreate a "perfect" experience may only leave one open to disappointment. Sometimes that original experience was one in which all of the planets just lined up for both of you, for whatever reason or whatever "it" was. Roamingguy and Cat hit the nail on the head with their advice. Read and communicate. Go into an experience open to having things evolve as they will. Doing those two things has paid huge dividends for me, and hopefully for the ladies that I have met with.

The Conclusion Our first and only hitch arose when we discovered that because of it being a holiday, restaurant choice # 1 was closed, and then restaurant choice # 2 was closed, so we eventually settled on a smaller and certainly less fancy place than originally intended. The fates then stepped in as they do when Cathy is involved, and we found ourselves in a small room off of the main restaurant area. There were a few tables in there, and, no one else other than she and I. "Oh oh", I thought to myself, "I am in trouble." You see, Cathy is not shy, she is not shy at all. Now me, I am, and she had been teasing me mercilessly for weeks about restaurants, about the potential benefits of long tablecloths, about creating headlines in the local paper. But no I had decided, "Cathy would behave and be my girl next door``. I was certain of it, that it was all just teasing and talking. So here we were in our mostly private room, facing each other across the table, ordering, chatting about whatever, when up she stands, comes around the table and perches in the chair beside me. Now there were the two of us at a table side by side, backs to the end wall, and facing the door to our private room. ``Oh oh``. I have no idea how we got away with it. Before leaving home she had put on her brand new dress, and before our meal was complete I knew what the lingerie was like underneath that demure exterior. It was not girl next door underwear. I knew what its cut and style was, its color, its texture, and then what was underneath that. And, SHE knew what affect that was having on me. There were times when if our waitress or another patron had entered the room that there would have been no hiding what was going on! I was petrified and excited beyond belief, and both at the same time. Cathy I KNOW took great delight in it all and delighted in the knowledge that she was bringing me to previously unexplored territory. I shall never forget that meal, and now I wonder what would have been had there been those long tablecloths that she had been hoping for. All of this before we were even in the privacy of my own home! It was going to be an interesting evening to say the least. Following our meal being successfully completed and thankfully uninterrupted at inappropriate times, we headed for home with a mostly full evening still ahead of us. Some of what followed is a blur, and as is per usual in the way that I write, is between she and I. However, sharing the tub together was unbelievable. I was still so distracted by everything that I never did light the multitude of candles and tea lights that I had previously placed in the room. Cathy has a way of making one forget `plans` , creates her own and goes with her impulses, desires and passions. Her impulses, desires and passions are fun, intense, and for me, boundary pushing experiences which she has a way of understanding. Our next stop was in the bedroom and wow. Our time together went from soft and caring to what for me is kinky and raunchy. I believe by Cathy's definition of those words, I have not seen anything yet! Certainly not yet being time for sleep we retired downstairs again and enjoyed each others company over a bottle of wine. We just talked. We talked about her and we talked about me. It was unbelievably comfortable to do so and topics ranged from very serious to very frivolous. She is so easy to talk with, a great listener, and she has a great laugh to go along with it. It was so comfortable that the time slipped away and all of a sudden, it was late. Bedtime. I mean like `traditional` bedtime. You know, like, going to sleep. A BIG thing for me. I was scared and I was nervous. I knew that this was going to be awesome or it was going to be a disaster. She deserved her sleep, and happily, she got it. For me it was, and maybe as boring as some of you might find it one of the absolute best parts of her visit. The ability to sleep beside a woman. To have a person there to curl up to and curl around. To touch, each time one awoke or to watch sleep peacefully. It is something that I miss terribly and was something ever so special for me to be able to do again. We are both early risers and the morning arrived with the sun. A beautiful spring day. For those who do not know Cathy, she is an athlete. She trains conscientiously at the gym and at home and has a regular running routine. Her training regime shows clearly in her body and in her mind set and her personal confidence. I had told her that if she wanted to bring her gear then this is a great area for her to get her morning run in, and she did just that. While she was gone I whipped up a light breakfast and it was ready on her return. She lives a healthy lifestyle and she eats that way as well. The shower was the next stop and a mutually pleasing experience it was with lots of soap and slipping and sliding. Cathy is a talented woman with many interests and skill sets. She is a Reiki master and is also a body point therapist. We had spoken about Reiki previously and she did her first Reiki treatment on me. It was something that I have gone back to her for again, and for the Reiki alone. Of course, the massage table was yet to play its role and a massage turned into a lot more. Yet again Cathy fulfilled a fantasy and did so with enthusiasm and desire. What can I say. I have said a lot here, but it represents for me perhaps the most special experience that I have had. Clearly you can see that Cathy is a special person. She is so open and fun, and likes to describe herself as the girl next door but with the kinky side always ready for anything that you might care to explore, and she does mean just about anything. It is a beautiful and enlightening and wonderful combination. Needless to say, I am recommending Cathy as a woman that you will really enjoy seeing, as a woman who takes great pride in what she does, and whether it be a massage, or an extended date, it will be an experience that you will always recall with pleasure and fondness. Thank you again Cathy for being you, for all that you have done for me in ways that only you and I know.

I have written a recommendation for a lady, and as it was an overnight experience and very special, the length is longer than allowed in a single post. I then cut it into two sections, thinking to post them consecutively, but I see that the site then merges the two and all of a sudden the length becomes too long again. Any way to do this? I really would hate to cut out almost half of the recommendation. Thanks in advance.