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.
2 comments:
Good move - I don't endorse the use of hard drugs - not even occasional use. I was out on a date with a guy once, went back to his apartment, we got intimate, and then he told me that he used coke and couldn't get his cock up - I hope it wasn't me and really the coke that couldn't get him up - but I remember thinking - what a bozo!
It takes all sorts and if often takes a drink or something to get us brave enough to take up random gay contacts. Personally I think I'd be more upset that he wasn't honest when he invited you.
On a boat at the lakes at Ellesmere on the Llangollen Canal I met up with a middle aged 'het' couple and we smoked cannabis together. After a lovely woozy hour or so I just fell asleep. There's nothing more to tell except that we remained friends for some years and had nothing to do with sex!
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