A Kiss With Mr Coke

As I'm sure many gay men do, I started using Grindr, which is a gay social networking app. I've had some very interesting conversations on there. Most involve people asking for cock pics within 2 sentences, which really isn't my thing, but I have found a handful of people who are interesting to chat to, and even been on a couple of 'dates'.

I've been chatting to a bloke whose only a couple of miles away from my new flat. He seems nice enough, intelligent, politically left wing, a bit bohemian to be honest. One evening he messaged me and asked if I fancied popping over to his for a drink. Well, I'd had a couple of glasses of wine already, so was feeling sociable. One cab trip later I'm standing outside his house. Rang the bell, and the first thing that struck me when he came to the door was how short he was. Almost child like in his proportions. I was invited in but instead of the promised drink was immediately shown in to the bedroom.

Right, I'll state here that I'm not a total slag, and I dont drop my pants at the drop of a hat, but I'm also not a prude and have no problem with hooking up with random strangers.

So one thing led to another and we started kissing on the bed. After about 5 minutes I thought he may have biten my lip as they felt odd. I pulled away and wiped a finger across my lips. No blood, but odder still was the fact that I couldn't feel my lips.

"Are you on any powders?"
"Yes, cocaine."

So the little sod had been taking coke, hadn't told me and his cocaine drenched saliva had made my lips go numb. I split the scene needless to say. I'm pretty ambivilent about people using drugs, but I dont want to get involved with them myself.

If he ever makes contact again and I blog about him we'll call him Mr Coke.

A New Beginning

It's been a busy month since my last post. I have moved into a lovely 1 bedroom flat about 10 minutes walk from the house I shared with Bobbin. So I am now officially single. We appear to have dealt with the split as amicably as possible, to the extent that we shared a hug and a kiss on the day I departed. Truth be told we have exchanged more conversation, via phone and text, than we did when we lived together.

In the intervening time I have already had a short relationship with a guy I met in a pub. We'll call him Baby Demon. He's a lovely guy but he has a fair few problems, so he decided to end it after 8 weeks. That's fine though we are still 'friends' and I see him occasionally. Truth be told I'm quite hung up on him still, which to my mind is a classic rebound relationship. I'm chanting for his happiness so something will shift.

I've also started dating! Surprising how sex focused the gay dating scene is. I've only had one date where the possibility of sex was not discussed. This date, The German, is a lovely guy and we share the same taste in loud aggressive music. He's also a fantastic photographer, so I really hope to see him again.

Anyhow, now I've made a new start I hope to recommence blogging on a more regular basis.