Marco Posadas by Lalake
After a couple of years multi-dating and sleeping with as many cute boys as I could it’s not surprising some readers didn’t believe I could be monogamous when JF came along.
Personally I knew it would be quite a transition but was sure I could do it. After all, I had been monogamous for almost a decade even when sex was as scarce as it can get…
Having been single for two years meant I got used to do some things automatically. Like scan a bar for Asian guys in under a second after entering and being aware of any movements while basically filtering out anybody else besides my friends.
And at the beginning I would still do that when I went out with JF, it wasn’t a conscious act, just what I had got used to do… but I found myself doing it all the time and tried to reduce it or make it less obvious. Not the stuff that inspires confidence from your bf, even if you won’t do anything other than look!
Equally, I still have the same tastes as before so I do like having a look around online. I no longer intend to date or have sex with them, just some window shopping.
I must confess, at the beginning I didn’t have it totally clear. I had all these people I’d been chatting both in London as well as in some of the destinations I was planning to visit. And after all the time spent giving them up wasn’t an easy thought.
At the very beginning I thought I could just keep the ones for trips but I realised that wouldn’t be a good idea. Now, I could potentially meet them if I travel there on my own but I wouldn’t go beyond friendship. Unfortunately I still want to visit many places but JF doesn’t really have the days to do those trips with me and going alone and not meeting anyone at all it’s not quite as enticing as it was before but I still want to visit those places.
So I have pretty much settled into monogamy. JF is not into an open relationship, he’s actually quite the jealous kind, and having agreed to be monogamous with him it’s not a promise I want to break.
Tags: boyfriend, gay, personal, relationship
(Note: I am writing this long now after some time has passed so the posts may sometimes be more of a reflection of what I thought back then than now – you’ll have to guess when…)
Last time I updated you I had started to see JF and had decided to date him exclusively. Well, we kept seeing each other, more and more often until one day we were “officially” boyfriends. There was never a moment when one of us asked the other “do you want to be my bf?”, but at some point we started referring to each other as boyfriend and agreed we wouldn’t see anyone else.
But this relationship wasn’t quite the done deal. I always felt he was quite interested but there was always something in my mind. I wasn’t quite as sure as he seemed to be and so I was quite careful of what I said or promised.
I enjoyed meeting him very much, we were compatible in almost everything and soon we were spending together 3 or 4 nights each week. But I never really had a great infatuation for him and this always nagged me. Was I just expecting too much? Or was I just not in love?
After the break-up with my big ex I thought I had fallen in love with someone a couple of times. In two cases that died pretty quickly once things didn’t work out so I thought I couldn’t be quite in love when it was so easy to get over it.
Then there was H, and the problem this time was the distance. But I certainly had stronger feelings for him than anybody else. But he lived in Norway and I didn’t want a long distance relationship. I don’t believe they can work unless you have some clear short/medium term plans for one of the two to move and that wasn’t the case at all. And of course there is the fact that we never met for more than 4 days in a row without one or two months in between, and it’s very easy to idealise someone in such circumstances.
So when looking at my own feelings for JF I had three people to compare them with, and I didn’t think it was quite the same. I discussed this with a few friends, some believed that it just meant he wasn’t the right one for me, some believed some relationships grow slowly and those are the stronger ones. And I just couldn’t figure out who was right.
JF was the first guy who was actually interested in a long term relationship with me and there wasn’t some sort impediment to make it impossible. And maybe the fact that he was there and it wasn’t impossible was making me not feel the urge I had felt for the others.
I did know I very much enjoyed being with JF – and still do. I wanted to be with him all the time and never got fed up of having him around. Not even after 3-4 days spent together. But I always have had this nagging thought in my mind, was I settling down for the wrong guy? How could I be sure? Would these doubts fade away with time?
Well, I owe you an apology… I have been bad, I have not updated the blog for about 3 months!
You will remember I decided to focus on JF, he became my boyfriend and this has meant that on the one side I don’t have any dating stories to tell you about, which had become pretty much all I was blogging about, and second it has left me with little time to write while I was also pursuing a new time-consuming passion.
But I want to restart again. When I started blogging I was in a relationship and was blogging about my feelings and a variety of topics so I want to bring that back. And I certaintly have lots of feelings and thoughts about now that I have a bf.
So in the next few days I’ll start posting again. Looking forward to hearing your comments again!
JF was at a wedding party so when I got a couple of free tickets for a movie I invited L. But he pulled off just a few hours before we were supposed to meet, apparently because someone’s wedding – coincidence.
So I asked DL along. He’s a Malaysian guy I met recently a couple of times. I had mixed feelings, he had recently asked to meet for some fun but I declined it, I told him I wanted to stick being friends as I was dating JF; he seemed cool about it.
We agreed to meet and while I was queuing for my fix of popcorn I saw EH arrive with a guy. My heart started pumping very far. I had not seen or spoken to him since I found he had a boyfriend and even then it was through text messages.
Since then I had moved on but a few times I wondered about him, I did miss him. Seeing him again brought back all sorts of feelings. It brought back memories of sweet moments with him mixed with some subdued anger.
He wasn’t alone, he was with his boyfriend. I know his boyfriend found out but I don’t know if he knows who I am.
He walked past about 2 metres away from me while they were going to the toilette and I didn’t try to call him. I thought maybe I wouldn’t see him again in the evening but shortly after he returned and this time he saw me.
He came to me with a big smile. No kisses. We spoke briefly about how long it had been since the last time. He kept saying how nice it was to see me again and finally gave me a hug. More memories crossed like a flash.
I asked him if he’d been to China. When he last spoke he was wondering whether to go or stay and try to patch things up. He told me he did for much longer than planned and only had returned at the end of August.
Then his bf returned and took him with him into the cinema.
Gosh. I wasn’t expecting that.
I didn’t see him on my way out after the cinema. I did look for him. Still curious and kind of hoping to see him, still full of mixed feelings.
Then DL and I went out for a walk around chatting along the way. After half an hour it was time to call it a day. DL asked if he should take a bus home or whether I wanted him to follow me home.
I told him I thought it was best to get the bus. I would have liked him to come. But I have decided I will only have sex with JF even though in the past that wouldn’t have stopped me.
I am still unsure about JF, not sure about my feelings for him, or more exactly how deep they are. I think sleeping with other guys is not going to help me figure that out, best to stick to one until I am sure.
Sleeping with new (or other) people would only keep me unfocused and I may miss a chance of developing something deeper. It’s easy to get distracted when multiple people are on my radar.
Or at least I’m going to try differently this time. Maybe it will work; maybe it will help me develop something more meaningful with JF. But maybe, if I am still looking at others is because JF is not really the one. We will see, I’ll be more patient this time.
I’ve seen JF a few times since I wrote about him. I mentioned I had to tell him I couldn’t see him while D was visiting in London but after D’s insistence I managed to have coffee with him. I have to say it felt a bit strange seeing JF while D was still in London though.
On my return from Paris, where I spent a few days with D, I met JF again on Friday. He stayed over until the next day when I had to leave for badminton. Then on Sunday I got to introduce him to my friend C and husband. It was Soho Live and the Thames Festival so it was the perfect social occasion.
We walked around what was Soho Pride in all but name and then had dinner near Chinatown. After that we went to see the Thames Festival parade, which was better than expected. I’d even say it was more enjoyable than Notting Hill Carnival, quite visually appealing and without the big crowds.
When the parade was over we took positions by the river to watch the fireworks. Not too long but quite nice. Quite from the beginning JF took my arms to wrap himself in them, it was quite romantic hugging him while watching the show.
After the fireworks it was time to say goodbye though. JF was off on holiday mid week to Eastern Europe and we wouldn’t be able to see each other for a week.
I was still not sure what my feelings for JF were though. I like him and we get along but there were no butterflies… I seem to get butterflies only for impossible guys like H.
The next weekend I went out with friends and had a great time. On Sunday I was at home in the evening and started chatting with a Malaysian guy that I’ve met a couple of times before. I mentioned him before as a potential friend. But somehow this time I ended up agreeing to something more intimate and he came around. I think I was feeling a bit lonely and needed a cuddle. Afterwards, when we were lying in bed I thought about JF though, I thought I should be doing that with him instead.
JF was back earlier this week. I texted him to welcome him back and during our message exchange I mentioned I couldn’t wait to Friday to see him. He called me a couple of minutes later and proposed coming over the next day.
It was nice seeing him, I cooked dinner and then we chatted and cuddled in the sofa for the rest of the evening until things warmed up and we went to bed. He left in the morning straight to work.
He’s coming again tonight but this time he’ll be cooking a Malaysian dish for me, I can’t wait. Hopefully I’ll see him again during the weekend. I think I may we warming up to him.