Thanks, I will check them out. Guess, I need a burner phone so I can come up with a dead email address to join.
I use my internet browser to access a yahoo mail account I’ve made. When finished I delete the browser history. It’s worked for me so far.
I've tried that, it works for the most part. Where I get in trouble is when I use the yahoo or gmail and it goes to my general account on the home computer even though I might be at work on another computer. So, even when I delete my browsing history on my company computer, it somehow shows up as a file at home. I think I will buy a burner phone and set up a private account that hopefully won't leak back. Thanks for your comment.
Thanks, I will check them out. I couldn't access them today at work due to a restrictive firewall. I'll try later on an old laptop that I can access a different portal. I was using Doublelist until I got caught and had to delete the account. I need to purchase a hotspot internet access and stay off the home internet.... It would just show up as maybe a neighbors internet portal.
Well. it is interesting you say, "strike up a conversation". I think listening and jumping in can keep things moving forward. I stopped at a local pub after work today - rarely go there, but I like the beer. So, one guy was buying a beer and joked with the bartender, and he made a comment about the bartender having sex with his wife. It was a weird comment that didn't really fit... but it fell out of the guy's mouth. The bartender denied it, jokingly, and said he doesn't even have sex with his own wife - so he wasn't gonna be fooling around with another man's wife... seemed like all the guys at the bar jumped right in, laughing and joking. Another guy said - don't ya know, I'd rather be drinking beer here with you guys than having sex with my wife. Another guy asked what else he liked to do with the guys that he can't get from his wife? and there was more laughter... I thought to myself... wow, this really took off fast. And I couldn't help be a little surprised how they all seemed pretty open to this kind of kidding around. Maybe they'd be open to going into the bathroom stall for a little fun. lol
I haven't done the bookstore thing in ages. When I was married to my first wife and I was unsure of my sexuality, I would visit the adult bookstore. It had the private booths to masturbate in and had a wall that had a window you could activate to see the person next door. I eventually got bold enough that I would pick a relatively secluded booth and I'd just leave my door wide open. I'd get completely naked with my door open. Most times someone would just stand at the door and watch me. One time, the person that walked up was someone I knew. I was already way too horny to care. When he realized who i was, he just invited me back to his place.
It is a good option if you are like me and can't think when you haven't had cock in a week. The one I go to now is clean and discreet. I show up at noon so I can catch a few working stiffs. It is very exciting because everyone knows what you are doing in there and are mere feet away.
I stopped in my local book store yesterday. Don't know what I was thinking, but I sure was selective, I guess. I've noticed others that younger are very selective also, probably wanting a younger hardbody. Why I was, I don't know... I do prefer same age or maybe 5 to 10 years younger. I'm 72. Guess, I feel we have more in common. Oh well, I'll probably go back tomorrow and check it out again. I've noticed I'm draw more to the straight rather than the gay. I just it kind of brings out a feminine side of mine. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
I keep waiting for that to happen. Actually, wish it would. I'm sure most of my friends stray on the side of their wives. It would be nice to have a friend in common....
And this, believe it or not, isn't as true as we'd like for it to be. Any time you have sex with anyone, you run the risk of contracting an STD. My protege and dude I'm mentoring was given five STDs... by his trusted partner. He, too, believed that if he only had sex with one guy, that gave him some safety versus jumping into bed with random guys and, well, he was obviously wrong - and I got to tell him, "I told you..." I have had sex with random guys more than I have with someone steady... and I have never had an STD - and I'm not the only one who has had sex with "strangers" and remain disease free. Yes, confide in your doctor and get tested and get on PreP and be smart about who you choose to get into bed with - and that includes your FWB because unless he's living with you and is never out of your sight, do you know where his dick has been? We believe that the only safe sex is relationship sex and that's not the truth of things; it's the only allowable sex and fornication - that would be sleeping with that stranger so many of you are afraid of - is a sin and, as such, bad things are going to happen if you fornicate and it's a guarantee that you will be infected and... that's just bullshit. It's just that the only real way to avoid STDs is to not have sex. And lest I forget, if you have an FWB, didn't he used to be a stranger to you until you got to know each other?
I’ve visited them many times, occasionally with my partner at the time. on one work trip I was on the West Coast, walking back to my hotel after dinner, and came across an adult store. I thought what the heck, why not? All I was interested in was finding a DVD or magazine, to take back to my hotel room. Not intentionally, but as I was passing by the gay section, I felt a presence behind me, and whispered “ blowjob”! I froze and didn’t initially respond. A little louder, and he again said, or asked blowjob. I finally turned around and saw a nice looking younger man looking intently at me. I wasn’t sure if he meant giving or receiving. I had done both before with a friend, but that was eons ago. As tempting as it was, being in a strange city, worried about getting caught, the seediness of video booths, or catching something, I politely declined and left the store. The thrill of his questions started a stirring in my loins, but thankfully I got out of there. Walking back to my hotel I had a feeling he was following me.