You all must have worked out that Wednesday is the gay night out in this town, since Thursday seems to be the day that I get most hits! That said, sorry for lack of posting on Thursday as apparently a lot of you were expecting. I did go out on Wednesday but was a good boy because I had an exam on Thursday at 9 and didn’t want to sleep my way though it or go do it while on the walk of shame. (I’ve done that before, for the same class, and it was fine, but I try not to make a habit of it).
As a reward to myself for being good and pre-emptive celebration of the A I’m sure I’ll get for that exam, and to commiserate my not getting any action this week, tonight Biondina and I went out with a bunch of her friends – she has someone visiting from her home town and, as per, we ended up in the same club where most of my stories either start or end. There were I think 7 of us in the group and to the best of my knowledge everyone pulled at some point in the night, go us.
Towards the end of the night – and I mean really the last fifteen minutes – we moved to a different part of the dance floor and immediately I made eye contact with a boy with big brown eyes (I’m a sucker for big brown eyes) who didn’t seem very shy at all, so we started dancing and kissing within a few seconds. To cut a long story short, it’s about an hour later now and I’m back at mine writing this instead of shagging him. Why? Well I’d like to address this to him as well as the internet in general so, boy from the club tonight, if you’re reading this, a couple of notes:
1) When someone you’re making out with up against a pillar on the dance floor asks you where you live, they’re not trying to place your accent
2) When the lights go up at the end of the night and this same person asks you “so, what’s the plan now?”, try to say something a little bit more concrete than “let’s go upstairs” – it gives the illusion that you actually know what you’re doing
3) The offer of a takeaway is not the best way to entice someone home with you.
I realise all of this might make me sound really arrogant and presumptuous that he was just that into me when, in fact, he might not have been. I’m aware of that, but hear me out; if you find yourself in one of these situations, why not just say “no thanks, I’m not interested”?! It’s not like I didn’t give him the option of just walking away, I made sure I did, more than once. The games and chasing that go on in these types of encounters frustrate me no end, and really I think we’d all get along much better if people could just tell each other what they want and expect others to do the same; and respect these desires as best we can. It’s really very simple.