If you had an unlimited amount of money, time, discretion, and so on, but only for a limited period of time, in terms of hobbying what would you do?  Where would you go?  Without naming names, what type of girl would you spend time with?  

Kate

the type of girl would be much like the woman who started this thread. I would start in NYC, then go where the fun took us.

Well you didn't exactly mention the time limit..but let's say two-three weeks.  I would interview a good number of providers and decide on 6.  Then I would fly to Paris and stay in the George V hotel. I would fly one gal in and see how long I was enthrawled with her...if the magic lasts ...otherwise fly another in...stay in Paris for 10 days, shopping,dining and walking around maybe take a segway tour, too.  Then on to Venice and the Lido Excelsior.  New gal or one with magic??  Venice is my second favorite foreign city (next to Paris) and Lido gives you a beach on the Adriatic and the opportunity to eat in Harry's bar or navigate the grand canal in a gondola.  After three weeks of fine food, great sex(I hope), and total luxury I will go happily to the poor house in california.

Fantasy Number One:  I'd travel overland from Abidjan to Dakar, by way of Bobo-Diolasso, Mopti and Bamako.  She would have to be tough, willing to endure hardship, very curious, very tolerant and willing to have sex in unusual places.  Applications will be considered, but I'm hoping
Carrie of London applies.

Fantasy Number Two:  Two weeks in a guest house in Luang Prabang, Laos, with side trips all over.  She'd have to have a taste for the exotic and be very adventurous.  Sorry, this slot is filled by the SO: what type? She was "the beautiful one" in college; has two masters degrees; pedigreed manners; a natural conversationalist, and very witty.

Fantasy Number Three:  We go from one end of Cuba to the other, via community taxi, rented car and train.  We would stay in Cuba's equivalent of luxury resorts, which are something in themselves - neither luxury nor resorts.  Again, tough, inquisitive, open to new excitement.  A plus if she speaks Spanish.  Applications being considered.

Fantasy number four: A week in Paris, staying at the Relais St. Sulplice (Left Bank, small hotel of course), followed by a drive through the Loire down to the Dordogne; a night in Carcasonne; then east for a few days in Cannes -- okay, I'll take the Carlton -- with visits to Monte Carlo and St. Paul de Vence.  Finally, swing around the coast west and end up in Barcelona.  Sorry, position filled.  She's extremely bright, exotic looking, quiet, passionate, literate.
 
This is an interesting exercise.  As you can probably suspect, Kate, I have a follow up....

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Kate, I would spend every hour of that limited period of time with you, taking you anywhere you wanted to go, buying you anything you wanted, seeing any sight you  wanted to see, attending any event you wanted and making that sweet, sweet love you have given me on our dates....not naming names or anything.

But I had a friend who knew his:  He wanted to be transformed into a girl's bicycle seat.  

Seriously folks, no reality situation (and I have had plenty of wonderful realities with some wonderful providers) even come close to my everyday garden variety fantasies, and that is exactly the way it should be.

Fantasies are too special to ever really occur.

Ski europe and usa then spend a month in the mid pacific before skiing new zealand and chile/argentina with my god-daughter whose (mostly print) model career abruptly ended at age 22-and-change when, crossing the street, she got hit by a drunk motorcyclist and died 3 days later. ( Be greatful for small mercies). And all the young bucks with excess testosterone would wonder what the old fellow had that they didn't, except hardly any would keep up with us, skiing. She was that good. As for the rest... - (dream on, old man).

PS to previous message (hit the Post button too soon):
Somehow if feel an odd kinship with an old fisherman who caught a huge marlin out in the gulfstream...

This may be a classic example of one's eyes being larger than the stomach.  I immediately thought of multiple women, prolonged sessions, etc. but the reality is that my performance could never live up to my twisted fantasy mindset.  Still, it's fun to imagine.

I would see a girl next door type, who is a tiger behind closed doors.  We'd meet for dinner at a discrete, neighborhood restaurant.  Then back to a luxury suite.  It would be an overnight date.  We might even go back out later for a midnight walk along the beach.  Our date would end after a late breakfast or brunch.  

I would choose a lady I know already, just so there would be no hesitancy as we got to know each other.

Kate, you're in some of my fantasies.

I like that . . .  A spontaneous fantasy.  Could be fun and exciting!

Kate

That's smart, the potentially different partners for your fantasy. Splendid choice of hotels, too.

Kate

I'll take number three -- sounds like an adventure.  I'd have to work on my Spanish though.

Kate

Wow, I'm flattered!  I'm also embarrassed because I'm unusually terrible at placing a face with a board handle.  Send me a note, refresh my memory.

Kate

Bora Bora with a sweet young hard body who's never been outside the USA. Flying in at dawn, power launch accross the motu, seeing the bulls horns, staying in a thatched cottage, no phones, no TV, news only in French, snorkeling in the lagoon with tropical fish you will see nowhere else, breakfast of fresh croissants, melons, pineapple, wonderful coffee, lounging on the beach, walking to dinner at "Bloody Mary's" under the southern cross and starlight only. The scent of plumeria, colors of bougainvilla and hibuscus.  Tahitian drums in torchlight. Making love whenever and wherever we chose. To be a mentor of a lifetime to this beautiful lady and immersing ourselves in total sensory satiation.

I'd get a private skybox party suite at Camden Yards (ideally, not one of the ones near the governor's box), bring a lovely lady or two with me, arrange for catered Afghan food, and spend an entire doubleheader eating, drinking, and having wild raucous sex while knowing there were 45,000 people nearby who had no idea of just what we were doing.

...and it's never an easy one to answer.

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Superman's grave?

...sort of...it wasn't on his grave, but he seems to think my baby is his...and if that isn't the ultimate victory, I don't know what is.

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Canyoning in Martinique with Turk.
Hiking up a tropical summit, jumping off a waterfall, splashing around "boffing," drinking everything out of a coconut. Alas, we put our gear back on and hike up to the next waterfall to repeat. LOL!