Two completely different days

Long time ago a guy from Taiwan contacted me to say he was coming to London and asked me if I wanted to meet. We chatted and finally agreed to. He finally came last week and we agreed to meet one evening.

But last minute he told me he was with his straight friend who didn’t know he was gay and asked me to stay around for a bit while he was getting rid of him. Since I was in Soho already I went into Cafe Nero to have a coffee and chat a bit…

I was quite entertained, at some point I was having 5 conversations with different people on messenger so I had no chance to get bored. But when I noticed it was an hour already I called the guy but just went into voicemail.

So I left and sent him a message saying I had been waiting for an hour… only 40 minutes later I got a message saying his phone had run out of battery and his friend wouldn’t leave. He also suggested that we could meet another day. Surely not, honey!

One of the guys I’d been chatting with offered to meet instead but it was already a bit late and decided it was best just to go home. We “met” on Fridae and had exchanged some messages and started to chat on msn. He’s Chinese Malaysian, 24, and has been in London for less than 6 months. When I got home he wanted to turn the cam on, so I did.

First impression was the guy didn’t quite look like his profile pictures, but he still seemed fine so I wasn’t too bothered.

Next day I was getting home to pack my stuff for a long weekend in Barcelona for the Circuit Festival when he said hi on MSN. He told me he was lonely and wanted to meet that evening. I told him I was going to be packing but he insisted… apparently he was very keen to meet me before my trip.

In the end I agreed but told him I would be doing my stuff and wouldn’t be able to pay much attention but he was ok with it. So fine, against all logic I agreed.

He arrived about half an hour later. He still looked a bit different to the cam (how do you manage that?) but fine. As I had told him I started packing my stuff while he was sitting on the sofa. He started re-folding all my clothes and helped me preparing the suitcase.

When I finished he gave me a back massage, which was very welcome! We then chatted a bit comfortably seated in the sofa. I didn’t take any initiative as I only had a chat in mind.

Very quickly he got closer and closer and before long he kissed me. From there followed more kisses and when clothes started to come off I suggested we move to the bedroom where we had a lot more fun…

Once we finished we had a shower and then said goodbye. I would normally offer someone to stay over but I still had to check I had everything and take an early flight in the morning.

To be honest, I wasn’t really planning to have sex. I mean, it was a possibility but given I was going to be packing and that he had never mentioned sex before, I didn’t quite expect him to be up for it, or at least not so quickly. I didn’t push for it but when he did, well, I couldn’t say no…

Before he left he did ask a few times whether I’d contact him on my return and that he hoped so…

To be honest, next morning when on my way to Barcelona I couldn’t but feel sad about the whole thing. I shouldn’t have done it, it just made me feel lonelier and his repeated requests to contact him again on my return just didn’t help. And yes, I can actually hear some of you shouting…

We had a brief chat after my return but he hasn’t been online since.