Fruitless dates

I must admit I haven’t been feeling like meeting many people lately (yes, I know you don’t believe that). So I haven’t really been doing much to arrange any dates besides the regulars.

So in that mood I was getting ready for a quiet weekend with little to do as both S and F were busy.

But just as every time I plan to do that I start to get restless as Friday evening approaches and start looking for someone to meet… I seem to be unable to simply stay in and relax – I wish I could just do that.

Some time ago I was going to meet a Japanese guy somewhere in his mid 20s. Unfortunately had to cancel last minute because I started feeling quite ill with flu. He is an architect just like S and mentioned that he could either meet on that weekend or we’d have to wait for three weeks because he’d be really busy with work. Seems the usual thing with architects…
I liked his body but wasn’t sure on his face, anyway, thought it would be worth checking and in the worst case scenario it would just be dinner with company. So we arranged to meet on Friday itself.

We went to a very mediocre Chinese restaurant that he chose (apparently he’d been there before), then we went to the new Ku Bar in Frith Street.
Already quite early it was obvious I wasn’t quite interested and I kind of turned lazy on the conversation front and let him do most of it. When it was starting to get late I suggested it was time to go home. I think if I had asked him to come home he would have, but I didn’t, I had decided that should he propose doing it I would accept, otherwise I wouldn’t mention it. So we each went our way.

Somehow it seems it’s always my turn to suggest such move, maybe because it’s my place we end up (they all tend to share flats) and I suspect being over 10 years older than them sort of puts me in that position too.
Also during Friday I got a message on Messenger from a Chinese guy I’d been exchanging messages for a while. He has an amazing body but I wasn’t as keen on his face so I hadn’t been in a rush to meet him. His message was basically, “when are you going to give my ass a workout?” So I couldn’t decline the offer, after all, workouts are good and I was dying to see the six pack for real.

We met in Chinatown for dim sum and it all went quite well. He was very talkative, which is fine since I’m more like the opposite. Afterwards we had a drink and then he mentioned he was meeting a friend afterwards… so my hopes for some sex vanished in a moment. At least he promised we’d do that the next time we meet. We’ll see.

Once at home I was preparing for an easy evening watching DVDs, not without my usual last minute restlessness, when someone else popped up on Messenger! This time it was a Chinese guy I’d been occasionally chatting since around January. He was wondering what I was doing and suggested going for dinner.

Since I didn’t really fancy cooking or staying in I was unable to decline so we met shortly after to go to a wonderful Taiwanese restaurant in Chinatown. Afterwards we went for a drink in Charing Cross in a very straight pub – not really my choice but he seemed fixed on it.

I never thought he was one of the really cute guys, he was like everyone so far at the weekend, a plan B really. He had some fairly explicit pictures so I thought I may just get some fun or otherwise just a nice meal at a new restaurant.

He certainly didn’t quite look like I expected, he wasn’t bad but was really not what I thought. We were a both kind of quiet though and conversation wasn’t flowing that easily. I concluded the same as the previous night, I’d accept going to bed only if he asked, I wouldn’t. And he didn’t so at some point we just said goodbye and left.