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Jul. 29th, 2003 02:01 pmTo be honest, it was supposed to be a play date, though he offered to cook dinner as well. My gut reaction was "already too complicated," but I figured "why the fook not?"
Also, it's not like one of us messaged the other one out of the blue and said "let's shag and eat." Apparently I had messaged him at one point and he proposed a date--a suggestion I rejected outright. Which must be true, I had come to Sydney swearing no emotional entanglements, just sex. Lots and lots of sex. a good ambassador for Canada was the idea. And by late April I'd already done quite a lot for international relations. I was, uh, more than willing.
I popped over to Perth for a long weekend, and blogged about it. He messaged me asking if the guest house proprietors tried to get me in the hot tub, as they had him (nope they handn't, which was fine by me). We continued to swap the occasional message, then one day he said he had to go and start dinner for "tonight's trade." "Dinner?" I whined, "you never offered me dinner and a shag." So he offered, and I accepted. I could spend the night if I wanted afterwards, but no pressure.
That day was a bear, and not a cuddly one. I came home from work miserable and pissy--unusual for me. The thought of busing out to some gawd-forsaken bourgeouis suburb, when the odds were 50/50 there'd be no chemistry...all my instincts told me to cancel. My friend Noel's voice rang in my head: "if you can't play nicely, stay in your room until you can." I so very much wanted to stay in my room. But I didn't wanted to be a bad sport, so i decided to get over me, and found the bus. He offered to walk up the street to meet me as I wandered towards his.
Even in the twilight, I thought "woof! This guy needs to get better pictures on his Gaydar profile--he's a hottie." We chatted as he finished cooking (toad in the hole), and eventually we finished the meal and adjourned en haut. The sex was incredible purely on physical terms...but my Piscean antennae were spinning and twitching as much as other parts of me. Though I had arrived resolute to going home after the beast with one back, I rather happily crawled into bed with him.
A few days later we met again, this time at mine, and it was even more mesmerizing. So I asked: "Are you like this with everyone? Or is this special? Because it feels special to me." He equivocated, so I let it go: take the bliss Jawn, never too much bliss in the world. I had to buzz off early work, so I left him to sleep in.
And came home to a note...the contents of which ain't none of your business. But I'll tell you this much, it clearly wasn't just special for me. Thank gawd.
I love you Max, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle
Also, it's not like one of us messaged the other one out of the blue and said "let's shag and eat." Apparently I had messaged him at one point and he proposed a date--a suggestion I rejected outright. Which must be true, I had come to Sydney swearing no emotional entanglements, just sex. Lots and lots of sex. a good ambassador for Canada was the idea. And by late April I'd already done quite a lot for international relations. I was, uh, more than willing.
I popped over to Perth for a long weekend, and blogged about it. He messaged me asking if the guest house proprietors tried to get me in the hot tub, as they had him (nope they handn't, which was fine by me). We continued to swap the occasional message, then one day he said he had to go and start dinner for "tonight's trade." "Dinner?" I whined, "you never offered me dinner and a shag." So he offered, and I accepted. I could spend the night if I wanted afterwards, but no pressure.
That day was a bear, and not a cuddly one. I came home from work miserable and pissy--unusual for me. The thought of busing out to some gawd-forsaken bourgeouis suburb, when the odds were 50/50 there'd be no chemistry...all my instincts told me to cancel. My friend Noel's voice rang in my head: "if you can't play nicely, stay in your room until you can." I so very much wanted to stay in my room. But I didn't wanted to be a bad sport, so i decided to get over me, and found the bus. He offered to walk up the street to meet me as I wandered towards his.
Even in the twilight, I thought "woof! This guy needs to get better pictures on his Gaydar profile--he's a hottie." We chatted as he finished cooking (toad in the hole), and eventually we finished the meal and adjourned en haut. The sex was incredible purely on physical terms...but my Piscean antennae were spinning and twitching as much as other parts of me. Though I had arrived resolute to going home after the beast with one back, I rather happily crawled into bed with him.
A few days later we met again, this time at mine, and it was even more mesmerizing. So I asked: "Are you like this with everyone? Or is this special? Because it feels special to me." He equivocated, so I let it go: take the bliss Jawn, never too much bliss in the world. I had to buzz off early work, so I left him to sleep in.
And came home to a note...the contents of which ain't none of your business. But I'll tell you this much, it clearly wasn't just special for me. Thank gawd.
I love you Max, aka
querrelle
