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On 2/10/2022 at 8:14 AM, 120DaysofSodom said:

Met at Babylonia (Prague, Czech Republic). He is from a town near Siberia.

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I'd love to run into the two of you in a bathhouse.  It would be hot to hear about some of the nights you had together at the saunas in Prague.  What is his porn name?

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Not a bathhouse, but I dated a guy I met in a T-room once. Tall, and a scientist (like myself), had a scent that drove me wild, and could suck my dick while he fucked me (heavenly). I fell for him and got all gooey-eyed.

Only trouble was he was totally inexperienced with men, got cold feet, and went back to his girlfriend. Then six months later I ran into him in the local video store where he was together with some totally unsuitable guy who had no chin. Ticked me off.

Conclusion: You'd be better off dating someone from the bathhouse; they're less likely to be in denial about their sexuality.

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Not a bathhouse but a sex event. I went to my first leather run in 1993. Fucked around with many guys since I was 28, constantly horny, and freshly out of a bad relationship. I got in a threeway with two guys who were friends. Still friends with both of them but I married one of them!

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I met my best friend at the bathhouse. Have met many of my favorite fuckbuds there too. There’s a different mindset if a guy who visits and fucks at a bathhouse. It’s the type of slut I need in my life. 

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If I was at  a bathhouse I'd like think if I got talking to someone and we connect he'd strap me into a sling and  bb and hopefully collar me and say I'm taking my new property home

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At the East Side Club in NYC, swapped numbers with quite a few guys after a fun night of playing.

Meet for drinks or dinner with quite a few of them and always have fun.

Nice to know we can eat with each other with, and without, our clothes on.

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I tend to keep things compartmentalize in my life and the baths is where I go for fun and release from the everyday. For the most part, I don’t want to know nor care about your life outside the club. Sure, I’ve exchanged numbers a handful of times, but never got too serious with anyone I met at there. A couple of text flirts that never went anywhere. About the only exception was a brief Dom-Sub fling with someone I still play with often at the baths. But that was just kinky fun since he already had a partner.

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The thing I love about bathhouses is, presumably, everybody is there to fuck.

From there it’s easier to connect in other ways.  You don’t even gotta talk to me to get in me but if you enjoyed the hole and wanna trade tele or talk about the weather or zodiac signs or whatever I’m down long as it’s not holding up the next cock. 

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On 1/17/2022 at 6:00 AM, Philip said:

Has anyone ever spoken to a man at a bathhouse after having a good time with him, taken down his number, go on a date, and have a romantic relationship with him? Does these things ever happen or am I imagining a fantasy world here? 

I met a very long term bf at a bathouse I was visiting in Toronto. Went home with him that night and we saw each other every weekend for months. He ended up moving in and we were together for years 

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18 hours ago, KylerIsTrash said:

The thing I love about bathhouses is, presumably, everybody is there to fuck.

It should be. Drives me crazy those times when there’s a couple of dozen or more people, but no one seems to be there to play. Like WTF? 

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On 7/6/2024 at 5:05 AM, Justyn said:

At the East Side Club in NYC, swapped numbers with quite a few guys after a fun night of playing.

Meet for drinks or dinner with quite a few of them and always have fun.

Nice to know we can eat with each other with, and without, our clothes on.

ESMC is a funny place. There are some friendly guys there, but some guys act all weird when you all you do is say hello. 

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21 hours ago, KylerIsTrash said:

The thing I love about bathhouses is, presumably, everybody is there to fuck.

From there it’s easier to connect in other ways.  You don’t even gotta talk to me to get in me but if you enjoyed the hole and wanna trade tele or talk about the weather or zodiac signs or whatever I’m down long as it’s not holding up the next cock. 

Back in the late 80s when I lived in Boston, I knew a couple who met in a cruisy t-room in about 1971. When they were finished fucking they discovered they both loved poetry. They were together until one of them died in about 1990.

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That isn’t the way it happened for my husband and me but we do know two long-term couples who met via random hook-ups and decided after they fucked that it was worth pursuing; 25 years for one of them and 32 years for the other (and the latter is fully monogamous!). 
 

For my husband and me it was a non-random hook-up.  He was a waiter at a restaurant where I went regularly.  Over six months we chatted briefly but not more; perhaps on two or three occasions a full but brief conversation.  Out of the blue one Friday he told me that he was leaving (leaving being a server as he’d finished his PhD and had a full-time job in his field starting the next Monday.  He asked if I wanted to meet after his shift to fuck; he told me he’d kick himself if he didn’t “shoot his shot” before he never saw me again.  After (or during) the sex we discovered we didn’t want that to be the last time; or for it to be only sex. 
 

I fully believe that for me (straight or gay) the best approach is to fuck first; and then if there’s an interest or reason to start something you know the most important thing (to a man) works. 

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On 1/17/2022 at 4:32 PM, fskn said:

Hey, @Philip!

I dated a guy I'd met in a glory hole booth at Folsom Gulch. The first part of me that he saw was my dick through the hole, and the first part of him that I saw was his dick through the hole. I do remember that he was wearing a white/grey/black plaid flannel shirt the night we met, which I found attractive at the time. He was very much a "regular guy" and out of the scene. I was in my early twenties and relatively new to San Francisco. He and I joked that we could tell our parents we'd met at a "bookstore", leaving out the part that it had been an adult bookstore.

Few will remember the SOMABoy blog from the early years of the Web (the term "blog" hadn't been coined yet), but he once wrote about his ideal first date. This involved fucking/getting fucked (bare, if memory serves — or maybe that's wishful thinking on my part) through a glory hole and then going out for dinner.

Dating a man you meet at a bathhouse or other public sex venue is not a fantasy. It's a good idea, because it removes one of the key uncertainties in a new relationship: the risk that you're sexually incompatible.

Before cell phones were common, Steamworks in Berkeley had an area with notepads and pens where new friends could write down and exchange their phone numbers.

I'd love to hear other people's success stories. To me, they are the antidote to testimonials from gay couples who met on OKCupid, at MCC, or in some other "wholesome" context and were apparently brainwashed by suburban heteros. (I am happy for these couples but I find them boring, and their testimonials, as revolting as romance movies on Lifetime.) I met my BF on BBRTS and have always joked that we should post a contrarian testimonial.

I remember the same thing - pens and little cards for people to exchange numbers - we used to call them trolling cards (back in the day troll meant cruise here in the uk). The more optimistic amongst us would carry cards with our name and number!

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