right bloke richard
aka Dick

right bloke richard
aka Dick

Glad to be of service, and thank you for your question. I have taken the liberty to answer it on my “online journal,” as it was a provocative topic. I have also taken the liberty of giving you a different name from the one Dr. Debby uses with you. You can visit the response by using this link:

http://www.edthegent.com/2008/01/chatting-with-right-bloke-richard.html

Enjoy and ciao,
EtG

Glad to be of service, and thank you for your question. I have taken the liberty to answer it on my “online journal,” as it was a provocative topic. I have also taken the liberty of giving you a different name from the one Dr. Debby uses with you. You can visit the response by using this link:

http://www.edthegent.com/2008/01/chatting-with-right-bloke-richard.html

Enjoy and ciao,
EtG

since you’re a lively chap, i’ll throw this one at you…

which western european city has the best looking ATTAINABLE women? i’ve traveled to a few of the larger cities, and even a few smaller ones, and for the most part been impressed by the women, but i find the bars to be much like the museums in your part of the world – everything is very pretty, but the look but don’t touch rule is in effect. so, where do you go to find europeans who are attractive AND willing to show you their ‘bits’?

Dick

since you’re a lively chap, i’ll throw this one at you…

which western european city has the best looking ATTAINABLE women? i’ve traveled to a few of the larger cities, and even a few smaller ones, and for the most part been impressed by the women, but i find the bars to be much like the museums in your part of the world – everything is very pretty, but the look but don’t touch rule is in effect. so, where do you go to find europeans who are attractive AND willing to show you their ‘bits’?

Dick

Good God, Mate! From the sounds of it, you almost ended up in an amateur version of “Hostel 3.” Frankly, were I in your shoes, I would have let your common sense prevail and say to the masseuse (spelling right, by the way) “I’m sorry, I have the wrong establishment. I must excuse myself immediately.” If the fat bloke protested, I would have added, “well, for one, you are neither Hungarian nor Asian, and I am not to have my backside treated as though it were a roasted lamb on a spit.” Then I would have ran like the wind to the nearest strip club to erase the sight of the man’s scantily clad adipose body from my memory.

And it is a pity you had not explored the Pest side of the river further, for perhaps you would have stumbled upon a poorly filmed beauty pageant.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZX0f66yEss&feature=related

Thank you for your tale and your reply. You are, as we say in the old country, “a right bloke.”

EtG

Good God, Mate! From the sounds of it, you almost ended up in an amateur version of “Hostel 3.” Frankly, were I in your shoes, I would have let your common sense prevail and say to the masseuse (spelling right, by the way) “I’m sorry, I have the wrong establishment. I must excuse myself immediately.” If the fat bloke protested, I would have added, “well, for one, you are neither Hungarian nor Asian, and I am not to have my backside treated as though it were a roasted lamb on a spit.” Then I would have ran like the wind to the nearest strip club to erase the sight of the man’s scantily clad adipose body from my memory.

And it is a pity you had not explored the Pest side of the river further, for perhaps you would have stumbled upon a poorly filmed beauty pageant.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZX0f66yEss&feature=related

Thank you for your tale and your reply. You are, as we say in the old country, “a right bloke.”

EtG

In case you were wondering, I’m not a John, and don’t go to cities simply for the ‘vistas’, whatever that means (I suspect it’s British).

As for your international suggestion, you couldn’t be more wrong. I spent 3 nights in Budapest a few years ago, and the women i saw looked like extras in battle scenes from Saving Private Ryan. That’s forgivable, and possibly my fault for not goign to the right bars, but this story is why i think you need to reconsider…

While there on vacation, I went to a co-ed Turkish bathhouse on the Pest side of the river to get a massage. I expected a warm steamy room and a fat Eurasian lady working my deep tissue. What i got was horrifying by comparison.

Upon arrival in the men’s locker room, I was asked to strip naked, and given only a napkin-sized apron thing to cover my junk, but leave my ass bare. then i was escorted to a back room, far from the other bathers. this room was tiled from ceiling to floor, and had 6 stainless steel tables like you’d see in a morgue. i was told to lie on one of these cold tables by a nice enough guy, only to be met minutes later by a 300lb turkish man covered by nothing but a small towel and his chest hair. this was the masseuse (spelling?). he motioned for me to lay down, bare-ass up, and proceeded to hose me down( literally, he used a garden hose). when i was wet enough he began to soap my back, and arms. i guess he sensed my tension, because he started to speed the process up and move to more sensitive parts. before long he was soaping my ass cheeks and upper thighs. i was not enjoying myself, and i’m sure he noticed, because about 10 minutes into a 45 minute massage he grunted something, bare-hand slapped me on the ass and motioned to get up. he then hosed me off and pointed to the door as if i was to blame for not wanting his soapy hands in my crack.

pray tell Ed The Gent, what the hell is lustful about that?

In case you were wondering, I’m not a John, and don’t go to cities simply for the ‘vistas’, whatever that means (I suspect it’s British).

As for your international suggestion, you couldn’t be more wrong. I spent 3 nights in Budapest a few years ago, and the women i saw looked like extras in battle scenes from Saving Private Ryan. That’s forgivable, and possibly my fault for not goign to the right bars, but this story is why i think you need to reconsider…

While there on vacation, I went to a co-ed Turkish bathhouse on the Pest side of the river to get a massage. I expected a warm steamy room and a fat Eurasian lady working my deep tissue. What i got was horrifying by comparison.

Upon arrival in the men’s locker room, I was asked to strip naked, and given only a napkin-sized apron thing to cover my junk, but leave my ass bare. then i was escorted to a back room, far from the other bathers. this room was tiled from ceiling to floor, and had 6 stainless steel tables like you’d see in a morgue. i was told to lie on one of these cold tables by a nice enough guy, only to be met minutes later by a 300lb turkish man covered by nothing but a small towel and his chest hair. this was the masseuse (spelling?). he motioned for me to lay down, bare-ass up, and proceeded to hose me down( literally, he used a garden hose). when i was wet enough he began to soap my back, and arms. i guess he sensed my tension, because he started to speed the process up and move to more sensitive parts. before long he was soaping my ass cheeks and upper thighs. i was not enjoying myself, and i’m sure he noticed, because about 10 minutes into a 45 minute massage he grunted something, bare-hand slapped me on the ass and motioned to get up. he then hosed me off and pointed to the door as if i was to blame for not wanting his soapy hands in my crack.

pray tell Ed The Gent, what the hell is lustful about that?