Boys, most of my real friends are either asleep or in prison, so I've had a 'Quick, to GR!' moment and rushed on here to tell my story.
I got in at 7pm tonight, as I do every Friday night, and resigned myself to spending the evening alone. However, two hours later I got a text from an old acquaintance who reckoned we should go for a drink - so we did, and as it turned out he was already wasted and I was sober. Anyway, we ended up getting a bit naughty in a cubicle (I know...), after which I realised how little I care for him and promptly abandoned him by returning home, lamenting over the £12 I had wasted on drinks for the pair of us.
So I got home and went straight to my laptop, as I always do, and found a very nice message from a handsome young man who contacted me through fitlads (like Gaydar). Fives times the man I had earlier bonked on the bog and too good an opportunity to turn down. As I opened the message, it emerged that this man wanted to come over for some fun, so I jumped in the shower to rid myself of the vile evidence of my earlier encounter and prepared for his arrival.
What followed was one hour of intelligent conversation followed by an hour of things I couldn't possibly go into. Suffice it to say that I wasn't at my best on the bed - having already had my fill less than one hour ago with a lesser guy.
Anyway, I now think I've blown it with a guy who is genuinely handsome and interesting because I underwhelmed in the bedroom. I had a good reason but I could hardly bring it up in conversation. Imagine: "Oh, well the reason it's gone down is not because of you, it's because I've actually just had sex with someone else."
Hopefully he well text me regardless - this dashing, dark (and apparently part-Asian) university student who's studying physiotherapy and enjoyed regaling me with tales of a past job as a flight attendant with Virgin Atlantic.
I'm now resting in my filthy pit, wondering if I'll ever speak to either guy again. I guess the moral of this tale is not to have eyes bigger than your belly.
Filthy Queer wrote:Boys, most of my real friends are either asleep or in prison, so I've had a 'Quick, to GR!' moment and rushed on here to tell my story.
I got in at 7pm tonight, as I do every Friday night, and resigned myself to spending the evening alone. However, two hours later I got a text from an old acquaintance who reckoned we should go for a drink - so we did, and as it turned out he was already wasted and I was sober. Anyway, we ended up getting a bit naughty in a cubicle (I know...), after which I realised how little I care for him and promptly abandoned him by returning home, lamenting over the £12 I had wasted on drinks for the pair of us.
So I got home and went straight to my laptop, as I always do, and found a very nice message from a handsome young man who contacted me through fitlads (like Gaydar). Fives times the man I had earlier bonked on the bog and too good an opportunity to turn down. As I opened the message, it emerged that this man wanted to come over for some fun, so I jumped in the shower to rid myself of the vile evidence of my earlier encounter and prepared for his arrival.
What followed was one hour of intelligent conversation followed by an hour of things I couldn't possibly go into. Suffice it to say that I wasn't at my best on the bed - having already had my fill less than one hour ago with a lesser guy.
Anyway, I now think I've blown it with a guy who is genuinely handsome and interesting because I underwhelmed in the bedroom. I had a good reason but I could hardly bring it up in conversation. Imagine: "Oh, well the reason it's gone down is not because of you, it's because I've actually just had sex with someone else."
Hopefully he well text me regardless - this dashing, dark (and apparently part-Asian) university student who's studying physiotherapy and enjoyed regaling me with tales of a past job as a flight attendant with Virgin Atlantic.
I'm now resting in my filthy pit, wondering if I'll ever speak to either guy again. I guess the moral of this tale is not to have eyes bigger than your belly.
You - You got what you deserve, you filthy heathen. At no stage did I hear mention of safe sex been practised. Your bed-hopping (and it isn't even bed-hopping, more a rather sordid union with another deviant in a strawberry floating toilet) will be the end of you.
No offence, Gario but there's some things you should keep to yourself, gay or straight. I don't think anyone really wanted to hear about your manky evening. If anything it just shows you in a shoddy light and I hope for your sake, and the other blokes', the sex was protected. Funny thing is if you were a girl there'd be cries of "slut" and "whore" but being a bloke doing this means it's game for a laugh.
Anyway, do you not think that maybe you have a problem? No disrespect or owt but surely you must have zero self worth if you are meeting a chap who you don't like for a quick release. Only to go home and accept another mans advances so soon. It reminds me of many female friends I have known who will have sex with more or less anyone but each time it makes them feel less and less self worth. But the reason they crave this attention is due to lack of self worth. It's surely no different to when someone self harms?
Anyway I hope he calls/texts back.
edit: Also I thought this was going to be Ryan Reynolds related
Why not tell the guy that you like what happened? I can see why you didn't last night but if you ever speak to him again bring it up. After all he came over somebodies house after only just meeting them online, it's not like he isn't sleeping around.
Oh and while you might be a bit of a slut, if your happy with that (and keeping yourself safe) go for it. Life is short and sex is fun.
Let it be known that I sort of regret posting this thread as I posted it after quite a few drinks
It's interesting that some of you ask if I have a problem. It's likely. I have very low self-esteem and getting intimate attention from a man is like the high from a drug. Then there's the comedown, like a drug.
Gario wrote:Let it be known that I sort of regret posting this thread as I posted it after quite a few drinks
It's interesting that some of you ask if I have a problem. It's likely. I have very low self-esteem and getting intimate attention from a man is like the high from a drug. Then there's the comedown, like a drug.
PS: There was no need for protection because I didn't have anal sex with either of them. It would have been too clumsy to do that in a cubicle with the first guy and, as I mentioned, I wasn't up to it with the second.
Moggy wrote:Oh and while you might be a bit of a slut, if your happy with that (and keeping yourself safe) go for it. Life is short and sex is fun.
This.
Ginga wrote: If anything it just shows you in a shoddy light and I hope for your sake
Not this.
Although...
Anyway, I now think I've blown it with a guy who is genuinely handsome and interesting because I underwhelmed in the bedroom.
Blown a chance at what exactly? Sex - unlikely, if he was willing to come over to your house and strawberry float you on the strength of a message off the internet. Something more than just sex - is it realistic that prospect was there to start with?