We meet again!

I had planned to meet L on Tuesday at home, (un)fortunately he cancelled in the morning because he wasn’t feeling too well. So I texted P. I haven’t met P since I asked him about the potential for something more than friendship. We had been exchanging messages etc but didn’t meet. Partly that suited me because I thought it would be good to keep some distance to weaken my attachment to him. As usual I didn’t get a quick reply.

About mid afternoon I got a phone call, I wasn’t going to pick it up as I didn’t recognise it so I thought it would be yet another recruitment agency. But the number started with 00 so I was curious. To my huge surprise it was the guy from Saturday!

When I was reassuring his friends that I’d take good care of him on Saturday night they asked for my number, they wanted him out by 9am to go sightseeing. Apparently they had told him they had my number and he decided to call me, supposedly to say goodbye properly.

He asked if I was doing anything that afternoon. Well, I didn’t thanks to L’s cancellation. He wanted to have dinner, even though he was supposed to meet his friends for dinner at 7 too. Obviously I wanted to meet him, even though it may be just an hour or so…

On my way to meet him I got a message from P. He could meet me that night and was asking if I could cook for him at home. I painfully had to decline, I feel terrible when something like that happens, but then it took him almost 6 hours to reply. I don’t know when I’ll meet him next as he can’t tell me when he’ll be free.

We met at the feet of the Eros statue in Piccadilly, which I thought was a great suggestion. When we met his friends came out of nowhere and started taking more pictures. Goodness me, what an obsession! I said hi to them and then goodbye, they said we may meet at some point in the evening, which meant that they didn’t really have to meet for another dinner. Good.

I took him to a nice Thai restaurant, good food and dimmed lights. We had a great dinner, chatting along all the time. We were still getting on very well as last Saturday, so no disappointment there. After our dinner he wanted to invite me for a drink so I took him to Green Carnation around the corner. More dimmed lights, soft music and most importantly, nice couches.

We sat in one of the sofas and quickly cuddled up. He finally agreed to exchange email address and the exact name he was using on Facebook as I couldn’t find him. I already had his number from his call.

After a while he wanted to have a walk around. Although I offered (many times that evening), he didn’t want to come home. He had to pack and leave his hostel 7am in the morning for his flight back to Norway. So I took him through Covent Garden, going through the quieter streets. During that time we stopped at a few smaller darker alleys and kissed and cuddled under some portal, stopping only when someone crossed our paths. When we moved on it wouldn’t take time until we’d find another spot.

I had never been going around the streets of London kissing someone. But we just couldn’t resist it and it was a better alternative than just walking.

At the end we had to go back to his hostel, but not without stopping a couple more times. It was a slow and painful departure until we finally got to the entrance. Then we said goodbye and left.

We’ve been exchanging long text messages and emails every day, and we chatted online for a couple of hours yesterday.

I’ve learnt a lot more about him, most of it I like. Already on Tuesday he told me he’d like me to visit him. I’d like that too; I can’t resist the opportunity of meeting him. But there’s a big problem, I fear if we keep this momentum we may both end up hurting ourselves. We live in different countries, it would never work. Missed opportunity… terrible thing.

PS: I am sure I’ll be writing more about him, so now that I know his name I’ll call him H.

One night dream

Saturday night won’t be a night I’ll be able to forget easily. It all started going to Roller Disco with a couple of friends. At some point we decided it was time to go somewhere a bit more gay to finish the night. It was just my friend J and me and after a while of dancing I a few friends arrived and J left.

Among my group of friends there were three new people, two girls and a cute young Asian guy. At some point there were some introductions, and as usual the names never stuck to my mind…

When I was talking to a friend who’s marrying his boyfriend next week he asked me if I liked the Asian guy. I did, although I really didn’t think I had any chances so I didn’t even try anything.

But my friend must have done something because a bit later the guy started talking to me. Nothing much, are you enjoying the night etc. A bit later the question was a bit different though. This time he told me his friends were insisting he should kiss a guy that night, and after asking me if I had a boyfriend he asked if I’d mind being that guy. Well, of course I said yes, why would I say no to kissing a nice cute guy??

He told me he was 20 and Vietnamese, although living in Norway since he was a small kid and was in London just for the weekend. They just met my friends at the previous bar and decided to come along.

Then he asked to go to the bar with me to get a drink, just water for him, more of an excuse, and after that he took me to the dance floor away from our friends. There we kissed for the first time, and suddenly we had his two friends taking pictures! Well, we moved somewhere else but they followed… it felt a bit like being chased by paparazzi, but I didn’t really care. Just some harmless fun.

Soon we were sitting in a corner kissing a lot more. The lights went up, time to close, but we continued until a security guard had to come and ask us to move out from that area… She looked a bit embarrassed, I forgot about my drink.

Then we went out to have a chat while our friends were still inside waiting for the club to close completely. When they came out we had more requests for pictures… shame I won’t see his friend’s.

He agreed to come home with me after reassuring his friends that I’d treat him well and play safe. We walked them to their nearby hostel and we took a taxi home.

At home we sat down in the sofa and chatted for a while more, we were getting on really and soon we started kissing and after a while we moved on. In many ways he reminded me of K, so sweet, so cuddly, so keen to kiss and cuddle. He said the sweetest things, made me feel so special and lucky while we were together.

At 6am it was time to sleep, he had to leave at 9 to do some sightseeing and I had promised his friends I’d get him out by then. But while we were in bed, cuddling, gently kissing each other we just couldn’t stop; sleeping was clearly not going to work. It became clear we’d be doing that till departure time. And so we did.

After a while we had a shower together, some breakfast and since it was still too early we went to bed again to wait till our time was up. He had told me that he wanted the night to be a special occasion and didn’t want to keep in touch, just leave some beautiful memories away from the reality of our lives. I didn’t complain, after all he lives in a different country so it wouldn’t make any difference, although I must confess I would have liked to exchange some contact details.

The night before I didn’t catch his name, so I asked him how to spell it. He didn’t want to tell me, not even his name. In the end he agreed to tell me but not spell it. So I thought it would be more appropriate not to use an initial to refer to him here.

When time was almost up we sat in bed facing each other, embracing each other in a long cuddle and gentle kisses. Then he confessed he had lied twice to me: he wasn’t leaving on Sunday but Wednesday but he had told me so because he hadn’t wanted to meet again, just the one night. The second lie was that he wasn’t 20, he was less and although initially he didn’t want to tell me his age he finally told me he was actually 19, he had moved his birthday two months earlier.

Then we had our last long kiss as the last memory before leaving. While I saw him leave the house I wished him a nice day, he smiled and wished me a nice life and walked away.

It’s silly, but my eyes got wet, and they are now again as I go through my memories to share this with you. It was a beautiful night with someone very special, we won’t meet again, we won’t even be able to contact each other but we have our memories, and well, some pictures too.

I then went to sleep, I had just five hours before I needed to get up again and meet M as we normally do on Sunday. M was too tired, he had only slept two hours after going out and then to work. I’m drafting this on his computer while he’s taking a nap, we’ll have dinner and go out but all I can do is think of that guy, every minute.

I need to find that special someone out there; I just hope he’s half as sweet as my Vietnamese/Norwegian one-night dream.

My last two dates

R told me about an Asian guy he liked on Fitlads. He very rarely likes any so I thought I’d check him out. So I created an account over the weekend. I had to wait till Monday to get a password for it and when I did I put a few pictures and filled a couple of boxes to have a basic profile.

Very shortly after I was exchanging messages with a Chinese guy that asked to see my “private” pictures. Then followed Messenger and Facebook. He was keen to meet but our weeks were busy and we couldn’t find a spot, so we left it for another time.

I’ll call him E. He’s really cute, so I was delighted that he’d contacted me. My main worry was that he’s just 19, that’s even younger than K, and starts to be uncomfortable. At that point I have to assume we’ll be way too different and in different stages of our lives for anything to work out. But he was so cute I just couldn’t resist it. Besides, there’s a confidence boost when someone you think that wouldn’t be interested in you happens to be…

On Wednesday I went for dinner with a few friends to a local restaurant, and half way though I got a call from E. His plans for Wednesday had broken down so he was wondering if I wanted to meet. Of course I did. So we agreed to meet in G-A-Y Bar.

We had a few drinks before heading for G-A-Y Late, where I seem to spend most of my evenings lately. The music wasn’t very good and things were a bit quiet at the beginning. Then the music improved and we started dancing, which made it far more interesting. Soon the dancing got more intimate and shortly after we were kissing on the dance floor.

Then it was time to go home, separately I’m afraid. But I left quite happy and wishing for a next round.

I texted him the next day but didn’t get a reply, not a good sign. When I saw him online on Friday on Messenger I said hi and he apologised for not replying the day before but the conversation didn’t last long. So I don’t think he’s interested. Shame, he’s so handsome…

 

On Thursday I had another date, this one had a 9pm limit as he had to attend a work event. L, as I’ll call him, is from South Korea and just finished his degree in London and is now working here. We had exchanged some messages on Gaydar for a while and then it went quiet for a few weeks until he contacted me again, this time we agreed to meet fairly quickly.

Now, this may come as a shock, but L is the first person I actually have agreed to meet on Gaydar! He’s looking for a boyfriend but open-minded and at least he seemed like someone with potential for something more.

We met at my favourite Spanish restaurant and had a great time. He seemed like a very nice person and really showed some potential. He even looked better than on his pictures. In the end he stayed for an extra 30 minutes so I guess that’s a good sign. We’ve agreed we’ll meet again but we haven’t set a date quite yet, next time we’ll go to a Korean restaurant. I’m going to be busy for a few days but maybe we can meet next week. I’ll let you know how it goes.

This week will be date-free, I’ll just be meeting a couple of friends and then entertaining visitors. No going out late for me, which is good since I’ve been out in some way almost every day during the last week! Next week I have another date pending so that’ll probably be 2 again…