Rants, Raves, and Opinions

[QUOTE=Rocket27;5266342]The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?[/QUOTE]I don't think Lefty is trying to be duplicitous. I fall into the "old days" trap, too. It's not for lack of trying, as much as the scene has changed for all of us. Providers included. Online classifieds were the wild west for almost 20 years, prior to the shut down of Backpage in 2018. You could find available working girls within many different advertising tiers, ranging from Health and Beauty to Adult Personals. Once Backpage folded and Craigslist removed their Massage Therapist classifieds, the scene became a ghost town. I've usually been extremely successful doing my own research and networking that yielded results that go beyond online ads, but once COVID hit and my UTR went dark, I too am now at a loss.

Where does that leave us? You can put an extraordinary amount of work in with an expensive SeekingArrangement membership, where you message 20+ girls, get 5-6 replies and have 1-2 agree to go on a date. Then you have to hope they don't have GPS! Or you can tangle with the dregs on SkipTheGames, which is an over-glorified forum for unstable street workers and girls hooked on meth and narcotics. The middle road has been lost. No wonder we have half the board hoarding contact info that was hard-fought and earned via their time on SA, and the rest fight over 3/10's who post on STG.

Sometimes it's nice to mull over the glory days to keep things in perspecive.

[QUOTE=Rocket27;5266342]The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?[/QUOTE]I like reading that stuff, bet other guys do to!

[QUOTE=Rocket27;5266342]The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?[/QUOTE]I agree 100% with you. Great storyteller.

[QUOTE=Rocket27;5266342]The guy who never gives any concrete information, turns off his private messaging, now wants everyone to give him last names and contact info, the guy that has 100 mamasans to fuck but won't share there contact, the guy who talks about all the days gone bye, but now he claims he doesn't partake or have any numbers!! Does anyone else see the humor here? Or is it just me?[/QUOTE]His post are totally worthless its been over 5 years since I read one all the way through.

[QUOTE=DrManhattan;5266498]I don't think Lefty is trying to be duplicitous. I fall into the "old days" trap, too. It's not for lack of trying, as much as the scene has changed for all of us. Providers included. Online classifieds were the wild west for almost 20 years, prior to the shut down of Backpage in 2018. You could find available working girls within many different advertising tiers, ranging from Health and Beauty to Adult Personals. Once Backpage folded and Craigslist removed their Massage Therapist classifieds, the scene became a ghost town. I've usually been extremely successful doing my own research and networking that yielded results that go beyond online ads, but once COVID hit and my UTR went dark, I too am now at a loss.

Where does that leave us? You can put an extraordinary amount of work in with an expensive SeekingArrangement membership, where you message 20+ girls, get 5-6 replies and have 1-2 agree to go on a date. Then you have to hope they don't have GPS! Or you can tangle with the dregs on SkipTheGames, which is an over-glorified forum for unstable street workers and girls hooked on meth and narcotics. The middle road has been lost. No wonder we have half the board hoarding contact info that was hard-fought and earned via their time on SA, and the rest fight over 3/10's who post on STG.

Sometimes it's nice to mull over the glory days to keep things in perspecive.[/QUOTE]I thought I've helped my fair share of brothers. My messages are turned on. They were off for awhile when I was under investigation of some things. The mamasan I "date" are not AMP girls. They own but do not participate. Or participate any more. These women are over 60 and I developed a relationship over a number of years. I don't even go into their spas. These old gals are all divorced and all divorced from even way older white men. They are not prostitutes and they are not human traffickers. Usually their recruits are other Chinese women they know or are recommended. HE is the max they allow but some go off the reservation.

For the most part these older Asian women are just fine for me. If I want something more that they don't provide or want something different, I'd like to be some someone I've had a previous good experience with. Sometimes hooking up with a former addict who is clean is a win win. Few have a good job and I'm someone they trusted. Hell, they may have even liked me. The level of enthusiasm is more genuine when they are older. When they were 25 they faked those 7 orgasms. When they are 45 the one or two they get is real, most of the time. When they squirt or have contractions they seem real. Many I've lost contact with. They tend to show up on inmate searches, obits, or have just disappeared. Twenty years ago I was picking up women on Greenfield Ave and going to the Suburban. I met so many with kids and now the kids are adults. If have have bored or offended you guys, then just block me. The way we hooked up in 1995 was completely changed by 2005. Then we had 10 years of prosperity with Back Page and Craigs List. Even Model Mayhem, Erotic Monkey, etc. Facebook yielded huge results. The real estate game, stalking in court rooms and waiting rooms. Those days are over. Even Facebook is not yielding results.

Aarrrgggh this is the third or fourth time that fucking Champagne agreed to see me then went ghost. I give up.

Oh for fuck's sake, leave Lefty alone. I lived through the time when, if you wanted to make a phone call, you picked up the phone and the operator said "Number Please. " A long distance phone call cost 43 cents a minute (that's $2. 79 in today's money). Gas was 33 cents a gallon. NOTHING stayed open on a Sunday, except bars. I had a beer party every Friday night my senior year in high school and we lived right across the street from the chief of police. Never did our parties get raided, but today they pass out underage drinking tickets like candy at a parade. Pot was the hardest drug to come to my little town and you could buy a LID (fuck! Remember lids?) which was an ounce for $25. Guys were coming back from 'Nam with hash and Thai stick. I saw Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" concert for $4. 00. The worst disease you could catch from fucking could be cured with a million units of penicillin. Yes, as an aide, I fucked the shift nurse in the med room. Now you need a fucking government clearance to get near the med room. So have things changed?

In the eighties, a friend of mine an I would swoop in from Madison (which still had a pretty lively SW scene) and cruise all the loops. We would pick up some slores, fuck them in the car, then go to Victor's to pick up even classier slores and take them back to our hotel room. Or sometimes we'd cruise northside neighborhood bars at bar time. Pussy was like fleas on a dog's back, picking it up was like shooting fish in a barrel. We could get fucked and sucked three times in a night and we'd each spend less than $100. When the internet first cracked, there were some connection type services that were free (I'm talking '96 here). I drove from Dodgeville to Milwaukee to hook up with a minister's daughter. Daddy mighta been a minister, but I had her shouting "Oh god! I'm cumming" more than he ever did. Cost me nothing other than a half a tank of gas.

I did a bunch of other stuff too down in Chicago. It made Milwaukee look like a Puritan settlement. I won't go into everything I saw or participated in because some of you will call me a fucking liar.

So here I am now. Decent hookers are as scarce as virgins in an inner city grade school. Finding providers worth $100 has disappeared. Oh yeah, they want to charge $100, but they aren't worth it. And on top of it, my once rock-hard manhood can only achieve a half-hard and half-hearted aspiration to his former glory.

So, in short, I cannot provide much in the way of current useful info. I can comment on your comments. I can warn you of my past mistakes. I can relive some of the fun times I've had if I can remember them. And, if I have an experience with someone other than Coco, I will let you know about it. This seems unlikely since 1.) She treats me right. 2.) She gets the job done even with my failing equipment. And 3.) Because of my failing equipment, it's unlikely that I'm going to TYFTT at current prices just to go home and finish by hand.

All this rant to say "Leave Lefty Alone. " I'm in the same kind of boat he's in, but mine has more holes in it. Oh, and here's some advice for you young guys. Check your blood pressure regularly. Hypertension will rob you of your erection more than low testosterone or pictures of your grandma hanging above the bed you're fucking in. Yeah, and the medication for High BP robs it too, so once you're fucked, it's hard to get unfucked.

Read Lefty's stuff and enjoy it, or, if you don't enjoy it. DON'T READ IT! Same with me! If you like my bullshit on here, Hallelujah! If you don't like, skip over it, then go fuck yourself.

Coochie (old, tired, flaccid curmudgeon) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. I wish things were like the old days, I really do. Pussy was plentiful and cheap, my dick was hard and stayed hard, cruising and the internet both worked, Twin Towers stood in New York, and all was right with the world. We had Cheers, and Taxi, and Friends and Seinfeld. Oh, and women didn't take offense at every fucking opportunity a man opened his mouth! Ah, those were the days!

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;5298256]Oh for fuck's sake, leave Lefty alone. I lived through the time when, if you wanted to make a phone call, you picked up the phone and the operator said "Number Please. " A long distance phone call cost 43 cents a minute (that's $2. 79 in today's money). Gas was 33 cents a gallon. NOTHING stayed open on a Sunday, except bars. I had a beer party every Friday night my senior year in high school and we lived right across the street from the chief of police. Never did our parties get raided, but today they pass out underage drinking tickets like candy at a parade. Pot was the hardest drug to come to my little town and you could buy a LID (fuck! Remember lids?) which was an ounce for $25. Guys were coming back from 'Nam with hash and Thai stick. I saw Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" concert for $4. 00. The worst disease you could catch from fucking could be cured with a million units of penicillin. Yes, as an aide, I fucked the shift nurse in the med room. Now you need a fucking government clearance to get near the med room. So have things changed?

In the eighties, a friend of mine an I would swoop in from Madison (which still had a pretty lively SW scene) and cruise all the loops. We would pick up some slores, fuck them in the car, then go to Victor's to pick up even classier slores and take them back to our hotel room. Or sometimes we'd cruise northside neighborhood bars at bar time. Pussy was like fleas on a dog's back, picking it up was like shooting fish in a barrel. We could get fucked and sucked three times in a night and we'd each spend less than $100. When the internet first cracked, there were some connection type services that were free (I'm talking '96 here). I drove from Dodgeville to Milwaukee to hook up with a minister's daughter. Daddy mighta been a minister, but I had her shouting "Oh god! I'm cumming" more than he ever did. Cost me nothing other than a half a tank of gas.

I did a bunch of other stuff too down in Chicago. It made Milwaukee look like a Puritan settlement. I won't go into everything I saw or participated in because some of you will call me a fucking liar.

So here I am now. Decent hookers are as scarce as virgins in an inner city grade school. Finding providers worth $100 has disappeared. Oh yeah, they want to charge $100, but they aren't worth it. And on top of it, my once rock-hard manhood can only achieve a half-hard and half-hearted aspiration to his former glory.[/QUOTE]Cooch-.

I remember those days. Thankfully my brain still works. Got my boner pills from Roman this week, and hallelujah little Trigger is reliving his glory days. And I've got 2 utr's that turn me every which way but loose, are easy on the eyes and don't watch the clock. My point? It ain't what it was, but it still can be damned good, brotherman.

Peace and pussy-.

Jim.

[QUOTE=JiminyLickIt;5298931]Cooch-.

I remember those days. Thankfully my brain still works. Got my boner pills from Roman this week, and hallelujah little Trigger is reliving his glory days. And I've got 2 utr's that turn me every which way but loose, are easy on the eyes and don't watch the clock. My point? It ain't what it was, but it still can be damned good, brotherman.

Peace and pussy-.

Jim.[/QUOTE]A few years back a friend of mine called me and said "Get over here. I need your help. " I drive across town and when I get there, he presents me with three lines of cocaine. "Man, you got to do these! I'm all wacked out and I can't do any more. " I tell him I don't do cocaine, and he should just throw it out. He looks at me like I just told him there is no Santa, and he says "I can't throw it out! It's too expensive. " Knowing full well what the result will be, I snort his three lines that apparently would put him over the edge he's already gone over. He's got those little shakes and jerky movements of someone who has done too much too recently. I, of course, get a bitter taste in the back of my throat and a runny nose. "Aren't you supposed to feel some kind of euphoria or something?" I ask him. The fact that I feel nothing bothers him, and he equates me doing his last lines with throwing the goddamn stuff out, which is what I suggested in the first place. That is exactly the fourth time I've done coke and it's exactly the same reaction I've had each time. Pot at least makes me paranoid.

So, Coochie, you long winded bastard, what the fuck was the point of this amazingly boring story?

It's to emphasize that I have exactly the same reaction to Viagra! A number of years ago I got a free bubble pack of our favorite blue pill, so I rented the sleaziest motel room for my favorite slore to come make magic with me. I had a long history with this girl who was 1.) Black, 2.) Very pretty, 3.) Had the perkiest upward pointing breasts with dark black always-hard nipples, and 4.) Had more moves than any porn star. In anticipation, I took a double dose of this wonder drug. Now I heard that one of the side effects could be persistent headaches. I do wonderful horrible things to her body. Fingers in her ass, fist in the pussy, suck her clit till she has epic orgasms, I eat her ass, drink her squirt, she tells me of other exploits she's done with multiple dicks, and how she ate pussy in the slammer when she went on a government sponsored vacation. No tingle in my dingle. No urge to splurge. NOT EVEN A FUCKING HEADACHE!

COCAINE = VIAGRA.

So if the pills work for you, I am envious as hell. I may have to go to the urologist for implants, so if any of you have experience in that regard, please let me know. Who knew you could get off without getting up? I do now.

Coochie (the old softee) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. Thank god my tongue still works.

Hey Coochie and other "mature gents"! We get to the point where the mind is willing but the body is weak. Our T levels drop with age and other health issues can affect performance. Maybe you should get a general check-up? I'm in good shape for my age but seriously thinking of T supplements. I take Cialis and it usually works but it's not the same as when I was younger.

The other issue I have is lack of interesting partners for "social" activities. Burn out from years of BS tends to weigh a guy down. A good piece of ass is great therapy, should be covered by Medicare!

I received a text today asking me to take down my review. Is that even possible? It was in the escort section

[QUOTE=Anduril77;5299941]I received a text today asking me to take down my review. Is that even possible? It was in the escort section[/QUOTE]Edit function only works for a short time after posting. You may need to contact Admin.

[QUOTE=DieselMike;5299893]Hey Coochie and other "mature gents"! We get to the point where the mind is willing but the body is weak. Our T levels drop with age and other health issues can affect performance. Maybe you should get a general check-up? I'm in good shape for my age but seriously thinking of T supplements. I take Cialis and it usually works but it's not the same as when I was younger.

The other issue I have is lack of interesting partners for "social" activities. Burn out from years of BS tends to weigh a guy down. A good piece of ass is great therapy, should be covered by Medicare![/QUOTE]I'm kind of looking forward to the day when I no longer feel the need to spend all this money on slores Maybe then I can finally afford that bass boat I all ways wanted. HAHA.

[QUOTE=Anduril77;5299941]I received a text today asking me to take down my review. Is that even possible? It was in the escort section[/QUOTE]If you're referencing the Summer Starr review you gave a well detailed review and if it is true and accurate why would you want to remove it? Does she want it removed because it isn't a glowing review to get others to line up waiting to see her? Maybe she should have thought about that before and provided and experience like what she wants a review to say. Even if it did get removed, it is there and many have seen it so nothing will really change.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;5298256]Oh for fuck's sake, leave Lefty alone. I lived through the time when, if you wanted to make a phone call, you picked up the phone and the operator said "Number Please. " A long distance phone call cost 43 cents a minute (that's $2. 79 in today's money). Gas was 33 cents a gallon. NOTHING stayed open on a Sunday, except bars. I had a beer party every Friday night my senior year in high school and we lived right across the street from the chief of police. Never did our parties get raided, but today they pass out underage drinking tickets like candy at a parade. Pot was the hardest drug to come to my little town and you could buy a LID (fuck! Remember lids?) which was an ounce for $25. Guys were coming back from 'Nam with hash and Thai stick. I saw Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" concert for $4. 00. The worst disease you could catch from fucking could be cured with a million units of penicillin. Yes, as an aide, I fucked the shift nurse in the med room. Now you need a fucking government clearance to get near the med room. So have things changed?

In the eighties, a friend of mine an I would swoop in from Madison (which still had a pretty lively SW scene) and cruise all the loops. We would pick up some slores, fuck them in the car, then go to Victor's to pick up even classier slores and take them back to our hotel room. Or sometimes we'd cruise northside neighborhood bars at bar time. Pussy was like fleas on a dog's back, picking it up was like shooting fish in a barrel. We could get fucked and sucked three times in a night and we'd each spend less than $100. When the internet first cracked, there were some connection type services that were free (I'm talking '96 here). I drove from Dodgeville to Milwaukee to hook up with a minister's daughter. Daddy mighta been a minister, but I had her shouting "Oh god! I'm cumming" more than he ever did. Cost me nothing other than a half a tank of gas.

I did a bunch of other stuff too down in Chicago. It made Milwaukee look like a Puritan settlement. I won't go into everything I saw or participated in because some of you will call me a fucking liar.

So here I am now. Decent hookers are as scarce as virgins in an inner city grade school. Finding providers worth $100 has disappeared. Oh yeah, they want to charge $100, but they aren't worth it. And on top of it, my once rock-hard manhood can only achieve a half-hard and half-hearted aspiration to his former glory.[/QUOTE]Well said my friend. I'll be 68 nest month. The only thing I had to worry about was making sure the ladies were on the pill, because always bareback. Bareback now is more dangerous than Vietnam. We're old but at least we saw all the good bands.