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Great Party!
Thanks to Kwasi for a terrific party last night. It's the first one I've been to in better than a year and I forgot how good they were. There is really no better way to determine if you and a provider are going to click than a face-to-face meeting. It certainly works better than the method illustrated on the photograph below, which I took on a recent trip to Vegas 
THE POST-OSAMA CELEBRATION
Am I the only one was bothered by this? After the death of Osama bin Laden was announced, a veritable frat party ensued outside of the White House and in Times Square. The TV coverage showed mostly young kids, many wearing college sweatshirts and, and many with liquid refreshments in hand, whooping it up on Pennsylvania Avenue. It reminded me way too much of the celebrating in Teheran, Damascus, and other major Arab cities after 9/11. And I remember how angry that made me, these bastards celebrating the death of 3000 people. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the evil monster is gone and I hope he died a miserable, painful death. Notwithstanding, there is something wrong with gloating about it, because it just gives inspiration to guys on the other side, and confirms their belief that we are the infidel. Take your victory and go quietly.
DISAVOWING SILVIO
In a prior blog or comment to someone else's blog, I made the remark that Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi was one of my heroes. I loved the fact that he was a guy in his seventies, filthy rich, always looked sharp, hung around with women half his age, and managed to get away with all of this while holding political office. Quite a balancing act. Assuming that the recent allegations that got him indicted are true, and even if they're not, I have withdrawn my admiration of Silvio. He is being accused of paying for sex with a 17-year-old girl who worked as a nightclub dancer. From what I read, he is using the "prove it copper" defense, meaning that maybe he did it, but it can't be proved. I'm not the most adventurous guy on the planet when it comes to the hobby, but for the most part, my attitude towards the tastes of others is whatever floats your boat. One line that I draw though is exploitation of children, and a 17-year-old is pretty much a kid. Whenever I see provider ads that say that the provider is 19 or "barely legal," I move on quickly. Some of them might be understating their age, but I want to stay clear of the ones that are overstating it. My best hobby experiences have been with women in their mid-thirties. We seem to connect best, although I've had a couple of enjoyable experiences with ladies in their mid-to late twenties. If the ad or website says they are under 25, I tread pretty lightly unless there is evidence that the age is understated (i.e. six years of reviews). Silvio has crossed a line that cannot be crossed. I hope he gets what he deserves.
JACK OR JACKIE?
A combination of writers' block and being too busy for my own good has kept me out of the blogosphere for a few months. But I'm back, hopefully with some frequency. The recent death of Jack LaLanne at age 96 triggered much discussion among my cronies. We struck upon the idea of comparing Jack to Jackie, i.e. the great Jackie Gleason. Both were television icons in the 1950s and 1960s. Jack spent most of his life with one woman, exercised daily, ate a healthy diet, and lived to the ripe old age of 96, apparently vital to the very end. He also wore those goofy looking jumpsuits. Jackie lost track of the number of his conquests, considered golf with a cart to be exercise, lived on a diet of steak and martinis, and smoked five picks of cigarettes a day. He lived to age 71. Until close to the end, always looked great for very heavy man, generally wearing custom-made clothing. Given a choice, I would pick Jackie's approach to life. Or better yet, a compromise: I don't smoke, don't drink much hard liquor (mostly beer and wine), and I usually walk when I play golf. I think we can split the 25 year difference with those changes and give me to age 83 or so, with lots of women, daily golf, and well-made apparel. Hey, I never said I was a deep thinker.
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