A gay girl friend of mine hit on me in a drunken state one night in rural Thailand I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I was in another country and no one knew me. It is that great feeling you have when you are travelling that you could be anyone you want to. Well on this occasion I was drunk enough to be inquisitive and slept with said friend we will call her B. It was a strange feeling although if you have read some of my other blogs you will know that it wasn’t my first time with a women although it was my first time with just the two of us in a room.
I’m going to tell you about D. Partly because I’m not ready to write about A, and partly because of his bizarre behaviour today.
I met D on Tinder about a year ago. His conversation was rather sparkling for a while, and the rapport was far more constant than it is with the average tinder match. We didn’t arrange to go out for some time after matching (unusual for me – I tend to arrange dates sooner rather than later because I hate the concept of getting to know each other virtually). Our first date was at a speakeasy in Soho where we strangely drank curry and bread flavoured cocktails. He didn’t look much like his photos, but that didn’t matter – it was obviously him. And he was nice.
(Well… he was until we ended up at a second bar where he committed the terrible, terrible crime of trying to show off by making a (very attractive) absolute fool who was loitering around look silly, and ended up looking far worse himself. Thinking about it, the first date wasn’t great.) Read the rest of this entry