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Age
I am proud to say I turned 42 yesterday. I don't understand the need some escorts feel to fudge their age. I just ran across the blog of an escort who claims to be 41, yet I know her to be 51. LOL. Why lie? If your pics look good, guys don't give a shit. I mark 42 years as a badge of honor, not disgrace.
BTW, I am enjoying my retirement. I will not return. I am not going to be one of those escort freaks who announces her retirement only to return a couple of months later with her announcement, "I'm back!" LOL. The same freaks seem to do it over and over and over. Make up your mind! LOL.
Weakness bothers me. Liars bother me.
Other things bother me, too, but I shall save those rants for later.
TO MY VERY DEAREST FRIEND
You will always be the unrequited love of my life, because I know we can never be together. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. I fell head over heels, madly in love with you the moment I hopped in your car that sweet night I shall never forget. I mark February 28, 2006 as the evening that changed my life forever and for the better. That was the day that I met the most perfect man in the world.
You made me feel so special, so good. I want to thank you for making the Spring of 2006 the best months of my life. I cherish them, every moment of them. And, I thank you for allowing me to call you my friend. I hold you in the highest regard.
You say you are acting your old age, now. You are anything but old. Old is nothing more than a state of mind. Please, do not go gentle into that good night. Fight, kicking and screaming, to make each moment on earth utterly amazing. Laugh your years in the face and kick them where it counts. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
One of your greatest charms is how humble you are. So few people are, especially folks like you who have so much of which to be proud.
You are, without exception, the sexiest man I have ever met. You ooze sensuality. The mere thought of you makes my heartbeat quicken. I recall the scent of your skin and my panties moisten. I long to be next to you and to have you in my mouth.
Your generosity of spirit humbles me. Your thoughtfulness expresses your gentle nature. You define gentleman. Your polite gestures are never with motive other than the comfort of the recipient. You have no ulterior motives. You act because you truly care. Your good manners operate on pure instinct.
While civility is quickly disappearing from our planet, you nourish it with your subtle, yet meaningful, deeds. A black and white umbrella comes to mind. I am sure you bought it without thought, just innately knowing that it would be necessary to my comfort. I treasure it. Some may think that's silly, but it is so very symbolic to me.
You are a model of career success, honored in your profession, awarded by your university. Yet, you are so modest about your position. I admire that. I respect the level of dedication that you show and the endless hours you put into being so good at what you do. It does not go unnoticed, my friend.
You are handsome, sexy, smart, intelligent, and savvy; but your incredible lust for life and wicked sense of humor are what endear you to me. You made me laugh so many times when I needed it. You gave me the single most amazing night of my life, one I will never forget, one I recall so very fondly. I wish I could live that night over and over for the rest of my life. I would never tire of it.
When I think of you, which is way too often, the word dichotomy comes to mind. I love the way you are, conservative and liberal at the same time; upstanding, but so very kinky; thrilling in such a refined way. Just when I think I have you figured out, you surprise me in such a big way. I love that about you.
I am writing this entry to tell you that I love you with the very depth of my heart, with every cell in my body. You are my very dearest friend. You are the first thing I think of when I wake and the last thing I think of as I drift off to sleep. I cherish our friendship.
I am writing this to comfort you. Your life is spent providing comfort to others. It's time you sat back and took solace for yourself. I hope and pray it comforts you to count your blessings; a wonderful career, a beautiful family, great friends, good health, and the most beautiful cock I have ever had the pleasure to know.
You have suffered more loss in the last year or so than should be allowed. No one should have to endure the grief and loss you must be feeling. First your step-dad, then your father, and now your best friend and a very dear friend at the same time. Life is full of tragedy, but to experience so much so close together must be unbearable. Closure will be hard, but it will come. The pain lessens each day.
You are so very strong, but your comment that you are acting your old age is telling. It is depressing to bear so much loss, especially in such a short time-span, so I understand your sadness.
Your dear ones have departed, but they leave behind memories for you to cherish and they are alive in Jesus. Try to embed those memories deeply in your mind, truly treasure them. And, treasure the amazing life you have. There will be other ballgames, trips to the casino, and rounds of golf, just with others.
You are not alone and you will never be lonely. Never worry about that. Prize the blessings around you and know that you have one friend in Chicago who thinks you are very youthful, unbelievably fantastic, and downright sexy.
I hope knowing that you touched someone's life so tenderly and positively will cheer you up and comfort you in some way. Your pilot light is lit. You just need to crank up the gas full-blast, so your flame burns bright and hot. Remind yourself to breathe.
This too shall pass, my friend...
AGE by Anacreon (c.572-488 BC)
Oft am I by the women told,
"Poor Anacreon! thou growest old;
Look; how thy hairs are falling all;
Poor Anacreon, how they fall!"--
Whether I grow old or no,
By the effects I do not know;
But this I know, without being told,
'Tis time to live, if i grow old;
'Tis time short pleasures now to take,
Of little life the best to make,
And manage wisely the last stake.
I have ten words for you...
Over the pants hand job at the ballet last night.
It was during the third act of Swan Lake and it was fucking hot! Thank goodness (or badness) for his Cashmere scarf. It provided cover from roving eyes.
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Sugar Glider
New smut coming soon. Here's a too cute picture to keep you occupied, in the meantime.
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