Serial monogamy

It's funny how sometimes my "love life" can be really quiet and then
all of a sudden i get asked out by three different people. I always
thought that going on dates was a means to an end, a way to meet a
potential boyfriend. As such, i used to feel guilty accepting more
than one such invitations. Somehow the thought of arranging to meet
someone without yet knowing if the date for the night before would
work out made me feel selfish at best, or even deceiptful.

My attitude regarding dating has changed since then. This partly due
to experience. I have spend many a days preparing for a date with
someone i really enjoyed chatting to online, only to discover that we
were so incompatible trying to make conversation for 30 mins was
almost physically painful. This resulted in regrets when it involved
"putting all my eggs in one basket" (rejecting other offers).

Part of it was also due to how i view dates (I call it "the Sex & the
City effect"). Dating is not just about meeting mr right, it's a way
to have a good time and meet new people. The million dollar question
is: when does it become immoral to date more than one person at the
same time? Well, everyone's moral values are different. For me, i'd
like to think that i would cancel any future dates should i get on
well with someone and feel like there's potential for more. A kiss
would also have to take place just to be sure i was not misreading any
signals ;-)

Still, it's interesting to see how several months can go by without a
single date and then suddenly i get 3 offers!

Ejaculation

Sometimes I wonder if I really am gay! Let's talk semen for a bit, call it spunk, cum, sperm, the good stuff, baby custard (I love this one!), man milk (not so fond of this) or whatever else you like! I can't stand the stuff! I don't want it in my mouth. I avoid having it on me. I can't really stand the smell, taste, slimy texture of it, be it runny or thick.

Funny thing is that I like the thought of it. When I watch, ahem, "educational videos" on xtube it's nice to see the goods being delivered in the end. There is also the thought of being very close to someone, very accepting almost.

Thankfully this has never affected my past relationships, partly because the finale is only a small part of the whole process. I did have a one night stand a while ago that was a bit awkward, mainly because the other party decided to deliver the goods without any warning leading to a few nerve-racking seconds of wondering whether to "reject" the load or "appreciate" it, if you know what I mean. It is generally understood that spitting is rude but having said that, I think that not giving any warning is worse. Needless to say what option I took! ;-) Believe me, it wasn't done very elegantly but being sick wouldn't have been pretty either :-(

Why can it not taste/smell/look like chocolate, real custard, strawberries and cream, champagne!

Teasing or cruising?

Having finished work late on Tuesday, I got the underground to go home. There were only 2 people on the carriage I got on and as luck would happen I sat diagonally across a really good looking guy. He was very well dressed and groomed and I couldn't figure out whether he was gay or just metrosexual. He was reading the Sports section of the newspaper and looked pretty straight acting so I thought he might be the latter.

Anyway, he finished reading the paper and put it down and looked at me. Being too shy for my own good, I looked away and then looked back when he wasn't looking. This happened a couple of times within a very short period so I thought he might be at least a little bit interested in me (or maybe I had ketchup on my face!).

What happens next, I don't know how to interpret. He put his hand in his trousers and rearranged himself! ok, so some guys do this a lot, I noticed someone do it when I went to the GUM clinic for my tests but I thought he may have crabs or something! lol! Anyway, so he did that and me being afraid of getting into trouble, I looked away. You know, he could have spotted me watching him, called me a faggot and punched the sh*t out of me.

After that, we exchanged a few more looks and the he did it again! Put his hand in his pants and rearranged himself. I looked away, as before. For the record, I did check him out and it looked like he filled his pants very well but there didn't seem to be any signs of an erection.

Unfortunately, he then got off the train looking at me and he even looked back. It's also worth mentioning that at no point did he smile or do anything like that.

So, what do you think dear readers? Place your bets now:
(a) Metrosexual, crabs.
(b) Metrosexual, flirting.
(c) Gay/Bi, crabs.
(d) Gay/Bi, flirting.
(e) You stupid GBD! he fancied your pants off and you didn't make a move.
(f) Other.

Is it rude to drool?

Sexual Health

I hate going to the doctor. Even more so, I hate going to the dentist. It should come as no surprise then that I am not particularly fond of going to the GUM clinic for a regular check-up.

I think it happens to everyone, feeling nervous, I mean. As you can imagine, the main worries that go through my mind all start with "What if ... so-and-so test is positive?". I am not one of those people who think that STIs are what happen to others. Realistically, it could happen to me. I'd like to think that I've been very careful since my last check-up, always using protection when having anal sex; The number of guys I've had sex since then is also quite small; I don't have any symptoms. Yet, just by making an appointment I feel nervous about the results already.

I don't mind the discomfort involved in getting tested for HIV and other STIs, as it'll be good to know how I am doing, in terms of taking care of my health. Is it regret? Disappointment in myself for listening to my penis' desires instead of using my head? There is no point in crying over spilt water, but I keep thinking about all the sexual activities I have participated in. "I shouldn't have let him lick me there" or "Maybe I should have used a condom before sucking that part of him", etc.

I pray that all results will be negative and as it's happened before, I know that getting tested will make me think twice before dropping my pants again. In practice, I'm an adult and I was fully aware of the risks involved in having fun with other consenting adults, so I am responsible for my actions.

UPDATE: Oops! I should have updated this a couple of weeks ago. All test results were clear :-D

Dating and sex

Well hello my lovely readers and fellow bloggers! Remember me? It's
been a while!

I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I've been very
busy! The good news is that I've been very busy dating! Unfortunately,
the bad news is that all of my dates have been first dates :-(

I also have a confession to make! I have been a naughty boy and a
couple of times had sex on the first date! Very bad of me, I know, but
I have a good reason for it. You see, I am actually quite happy that I
had sex on the first date because if nothing else, it proved to me
that we were not compatible in so many ways (sexually) that there
would be no point in dating further and then finding out that sex
involving the two of us would be a disaster.

When I say 'disaster' I mean it! In both situations I felt like saying
"Sorry, let's stop right now, I don't think this is going to work". Of
course I didn't and in the end we both reached the point one hopes to
reach during such an encounter but it was almost embarrassing. I am
not suggesting that either of us did something wrong, it was just that
everything was very awkward. I think that one element of good sex is
when things "flow" during a session. Of course, for some people having
the power and the authority to direct or tell people what to do can be
quite a turn on but when things don't flow because of other reasons
(lack of desire, perhaps?) then having the dedication and tenacity to
continue is worth a standing ovation.