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Originally Posted by g99
Oh sorry, meant Ridgeland, Mississippi.
Apologies. Hope someone can move it.
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It's definitely hard for someone from Toronto to understand that someone is saying "Ridgeland", rather than "Richland", if what you've been hearing on the phone was an underclass Southern accent. I had to very carefully and obviously OVER-ENUNCIATE "Rich", when referring to Richland. Otherwise, even locals got it mixed-up. And as for the abbreviation for 'Mississippi' - I always spell it out when writing. Lots of people get it wrong, and I don't want mail/packages going to Michigan, when they're destined for Mississippi.
Anyway, now that we've established that you're headed for
Ridgeland, you can breathe a sigh of relief. It is the ONLY place I would recommend for a middle-income, single, educated, person from out-of-state, who is only there temporarily.
Generally, on Internet 'dating venues', all the nice-looking, non-scroungy men in town on business, are showing pics of themselves in Ridgeland Hotels, in the
'The Township' area. That's a nice area, developed to mimic
'New Urbanism'. It offers a simulated
'Young Professionals Scene', which is actually quite nice. This is the best you can hope for. Consider this the specially-constructed
'American Zone' in a dangerous Third World country - maybe one constructed for Oil Field Specialists, or Contractors. You know, there's one in every African or Middle Eastern nation where there are
'American Interests'.
Within
The Township are some apartments which have not, yet, "gone ghetto"
(you'll pay a pretty penny for them, which is why they're still nice, and the nextdoorikers are not hoodrats). Also in that development is
'The Club' - the
deluxe flagship location. If you don't mind the misting system I hear was installed for the tennis courts, spewing toxins all day long, lest some Trina-Michelle
"geeeeeyit uh muh-skeeta bite an' ketch thayit Wayyyist Nohl Vohrus". One would presume that just as the air is poisoned by drift from chemicals applied to nearby lawns, the Township's air is poisoned by drift from the tennis courts.
But, like I say, this is the best you're going to find. And anyway, people have those poison trucks spraying reeking green goop on their lawns in ANY area where prosperous folk live. This is in addition to the poison trucks spraying specifically for mosquitoes. These roam the streets all over the metro. But have no fear! Uttering the phrase,
"We don't believe in all that stuff.", acts in a talismanic way, protecting one from the various herbicides and pesticides. Learn that phrase. It will keep you safe - at least in the mindset of a culture where
consensus and
fact are considered synonyms.
And anyway, the big status symbol
(even bigger than "exposed brick" and heart-o'-pine flooring and Black Bahia Granite countertops and giant catfish fryers) among rich rednecks is to have one's own misting system - just a spewin' poison all day an' all
'nite'. So, like I say, it's unavoidable, and you're not going to find better air quality anywhere near your place of work.
The Club is pretty deluxe - probably the best in the region. Anyone worth picking up is likely to go there. You'll find trophy wives looking to stray, divorcees, young professional women from out-of-state, hot bubba building contractors, couples
on-the-prowl - whatever your cup-o'-tea, the cream of the crop will be at that location of
'The Club'. Too, the swing groups generally recruit from local gyms.
New meat is snatched-up in a hurry. Not much new meat arrives in Mississippi.
Just be prepared for lots of disaffected types to start telling you, in various ways, that they're
"not like everybody else around here". They're
"not like all these stupid Southerners". They're
"like you". You are from the world outside the Mississippi Bubble, out where the
Real People live. And those folk will want to communicate to you that they are
Real People, too - who just, somehow, got born in the wrong place.
You asked about 'Adventurous Times', and I assume you were talking about
"that S - E - X". Well fella,
you have HIT THE JACKPOT.
Mississippians come in
two flavors: Righteous and Damned. The Damned became so, it seems, through overexposure to righteousness. Now I'm not sayin' the Righteous don't have their own little peccadilloes. But the
Damned in Mississippi are the darnedest Damned you'll find anywhere - except maybe Kentucky, Indiana, or Ohio.
I knew a Gay man who had a condominium at The Barrington
(mid-rise, ultra-luxe, and walled like an embassy compound). He taught me things about business you don't learn even at the doctoral level. Anyway, he was in the compound's Jacuzzi one day. This must have been in the early Nineties. There was this wheeler-dealer using the facility with two buds and a female employee. This wheeler-dealer was a shady
bidnisman, who was big into swinging. He had
muy tacky stretch limousine he'd fill with swingers, and head for a weekend of partying in New Orleans. Many unseemly activities took place en-route, including the screening of
muy tacky movies, to get everybody
in the mood.
"Well, they started easing their swimsuits off, and so I decided to do it, too. Then they were passing that ol' gal around, and so I... ". His first and only time, it seems.
But this was the dawn of the NINETIES. Back then, Jackson people still kept apartments in New Orleans' French Quarter, just so they'd have a place to go, where it was OK to drink and
"have that s - e - x". The state's sodomy laws had not yet been invalidated by the courts: so pretty-much everything done by single people of any orientation, and absolutely everything done by Gay people, and half the stuff done by MARRIED people, was illegal in Mississippi, and punishable by serious prison time.
(and they wondered why the young people left the state, as soon as they were old enough to rent a U-Haul)
Well, it's been a quarter-century since the dawn of the Nineties. The
Damned have been ramping-up their activities during that time, and the Internet has made many new things possible. When I go to my old gym in Flowood, I see hot guys pulling up their shirts and snapping selfies to send to waiting females. Other guys duck into the dressing areas, to send more salacious and revealing images. My Decorator says a couple of his friends have said
"What do you think", holding out a communications device with a guy's selfie on the screen:
"He's here in the building, somewhere. Does he look good enough?" If you get on
'Grinder'...
And, when with a trainer at that gym, I've had my sessions interrupted by ravenous young women who'd been lured by pics
I had taken of same trainer.
("Take off anything you want to, honey! I'll hold the phone.") Lucky for me, money is the more important, and a ravenous female is no less interchangeable/replaceable/disposable to a champion muscleman than a paper plate. Ravenous females are told to wait, until the rich ol' broad has pumped her iron.
In addition to the singles scene, there's the Swinging Scene. Like local churches, there's a swing group precisely calibrated to fit your race, class, income, and level of attractiveness. We were repeatedly approached to join
"The Elite Reservoir Bodybuilder Swing Group". In that group, the men, in addition to having to be bodybuilders, had to have a certain critical and rare physical characteristic. Standards were lower for women, of course. But the
"star" was a
"gorgeous nurse, who looks just like a pornstar". Her rich and ultra-'qualified' hubby was using her as bait, it seems, to lure the most spectacular young bodybuilders. Today, I hear, she's
"gone-Righteous", and is a homophobic Bible-thumper. But, like I say, in that group, women only had to be hot enough to be attached to ultra-desirable men
(otherwise, I sure wouldn't have been asked).
Then, there's the
Yacht Club Swing Set, on the Reservoir. I heard about them, because of a TV reporter, who helped persecute Mayor Mary
(of Madison) over the
"Blinkin' Blue Peacock Affair". Residents of a
reputed drug-den/flophouse stuck a huge, blinking, blue peacock on top of their rental house, calling it a
"Christmas decoration". Neighbors naturally complained loudly, and begged the city to do something about it. According to my sources, Reportergal arranged a media blitz against the Mayor, which was picked up by media,
nationwide. The
'on-dit' is that these
Peacock House People were keeping the Reporter supplied with drugs or something. Anyway, Reportergirl hung out at the Yacht Club, with a bunch of other semi-geriatric 'rich' swingers, and that's how the subject came up. Subsequently, I've heard of quite a few scandals and broken lives coming out of that little clique.
Then, there's the supposedly
"just a rumor" group at 'Reunion'. You've heard of Florida's 'Celebration' planned community? Well, this is kinda like that. It started with
"disturbingly all-American houses" that
"looked like they belonged in Colorado or Wisconsin or somewhere". This, apparently,
"drew weird people". I hear local architects were hired, to
"fix the look, 'cause it was scarin' people". But the die was cast, the
'misfits' were already there, and I've heard too many stories, in way too much detail, to believe it's
"just a joke" Reunion Swinger's Club. If you grow up in the Mob, you're taught how to say
"There's no such thing!" and then laugh convincingly. Same dynamic, I presume.
If I were you, and interested in that kind of
'adventurous times', I'd find out the name of the Internet Venue used by Claiborne Frazier (
Jackson Jambalaya: Frazier coverage), and use that one. It's called
"Special Adult Friends" or some-such. Claiborne looked pretty hot in those red boxers, out in the Aspen snow with his buxom girlfriend. So, I'm thinkin' that's the Venue to try first. I got on my Colorist's laptop during a long dye-job (got better sense than to use one of MY computers for such things), and tried to access the "Special Adult Friends" Jackson site. But you have to register, etc., to see who's on there, dang-it. I was hoping to get the lowdown on all kinds of people. Oh, well...
Like I said, there's a swing group for everybody, from twentysomethings who were governing members of elite sororities and fraternities at Ole Miss
(the 'Society School'), to ultra-hotties who live in trailer parks.
If you're looking for same-gender action, you are, again, in luck. That
"new meat" thing goes DOUBLE in that community. Used to be, men of that orientation flew to better places, to meet fellas. But after nine-eleven, flying is a royal pain for those who have to
fly commercial, and so the one-weekend-every-month excursions are a thing of the past. The other outlet, New Orleans, has become so dangerous, it's not worth the hassle. So, there's a lot of pent-up frustration, and a need for fresh faces. My friends don't look, anymore, locally
(they can afford to fly-in title-holding bodybuilders). But they do show me the Internet venues, just to tell me the names of the headless bodies in the pictures
(and identify the hotel room carpet, or gym dressing rooms, where the pics were taken).
Anybody same-gender worth having is either in Madison or Brandon
(the premiere white flight destination exurbs of the metro). This includes high-income, drug-free, men of
all races - including Hindus from fabulously prominent families. Do not bother with the gaybars. I've been hearing for DECADES, that
"Nobody goes in those places, but broke, cigarette-smoking, alcoholic LOSERS, who haven't done a push-up in their lives. I don't even know the names of the bars, anymore. But I can guarantee they're in dangerous areas." Be wary of anybody you meet on the Internet, living in Jackson-proper. There's generally something wrong with them
(drugs, cigs, S&M, mental illness, lack of money...).
If you're going to have an affair with a trophy wife who belongs to River Hills Club, has her kids in a private school, and lives in gated Meadowbrook Highlands, then don't worry. She'll be OK. She lives in an hermetically-sealed world, floating along the leafy streets in a white Lexus/BMW/Mercedes/Porsche SUV, between one private experience and the next. There are lots of picture-perfect heterosexuals in wealthy Northeast Jackson, who don't even have sugar in their houses, who don't weigh one extra ounce, and who have never fried anything in their lives. That would have described
us, when we lived there. But the best Gays seem to flee to the outer fringes of the Metro, avoid the "community", and can only be met at the gym or on the Internet.
If you want to go into a bar and pick up women, I really think the ones in Ridgeland
(in either the Renaissance Renaissance:::Home or Township The Township at Colony Park | Single family residential, luxury condos, shopping and dining in Ridgeland, Mississippi developments) are going to be the best. They'll be safer for a man alone, and, since the area is
'The American Zone', it's where you'll be most likely to meet other foreigners, or locals looking to pick up foreigners
(non-Mississippians). Yes, there are
"sports bars" in Jackson, if you are looking for prostitutes.
I can't imagine single
(and alone), middle class, fellas under forty, picking up respectable women in Jackson Area bars. Girls travel in cliques, and their cliques usually only interact with male groups they know
(and who correspond to the females' social class, race, level of attractiveness, level of wealth, popularity, etc.). Divorcees, eager to catch new meal tickets, may frequent bars. I've heard of that, quite a bit. And if you look good, and look prosperous, they
will give out free samples. But just because I can't imagine it, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. You're
new meat. You've got a good job. You'll be like catnip.
Joining a Yoga class seems a good bet. More free-thinking women are in those, and I've noticed a lot of 'Cougar' types. Once again, an expensive pair of workout shoes will get the younger, never-married husband-hunters excited. Besides the one at private River Hills, there is no "Scene Pool" (
http://beverlyhills.peninsula.com/en...ue.ashx?mw=750) that I know of, except maybe at 'The Club'.
Madison needs one, BADLY. It would be the kind of place where you could meet women. The Courthouse, in Flowood, used to have a good pool scene. But they enclosed the pool, and that was that.
As far as restaurants go, there are more than enough good ones. You'll never run out of options. The best big box stores
(generally the prettiest location of each chain IN THE WORLD) are in vigilantly-policed Madison. All the standard
"upscale boutique retailers" are in Ridgeland's
"Renaissance". All the best clinics are in Madison, now.
You've landed in the richest part of the richest county in the state. There will be more than enough to keep you busy. OH, and the women in Mississippi wear
lots of makeup, which is why
(apart from a shortage of sane women, and a shortage of blonde-to-the-eyelashes blondes) our sons wanted to move to Oregon.
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