So last saturday I had an evening out in Soho, didn't end up staying out all night and going clubbing, but might do next time...anyway this is basically how it went.
I took the train into London, thinking on it where I would go and who I would meet. I never really decide anything before I get there as I think trying to always plan for a perfect or fun night can make it too structured and non-spontaneous - and some of the best nights out I've had have been when I've changed my mind on where to go last minute.
So I went to this little gay bar I frequent every so often, is quite nice and I go there at times when its not particularly busy. I get my drink and wonder around a little bit before sitting down at the bar - I chilled out for a bit whilst having my drink and seeing who walked in and out - people watching can make time go really quick! Then I got up and saw this really cute guy walk past me, I didn't wanna be obvious but after he walked past I turned around to see where he was going and funnily enough he turned around at the same time to see me again too! I thought 'he's nice' and smiled at him, he smiled back but kept on walking the other way. I thought to myself I hope he comes back sometime...and sure enough I saw him again a few minutes later - this time he was giving me eye contact, and every gay guy knows that its all in the eye contact when guys are out and about, so I gave it him back and we ended up chatting a little. Next thing I know I'm making out with the guy and I was seriously proud of myself as he was really hot and a great kisser - haven't been kissed like that in ages and was thinking how hot is this! I kept opening my eyes during the kiss to check him out lol.
We talked more afterwards and shared a drink, just about random stuff really, how one of his friends has a new man who is a bit off with him and me wanting to move to london and get a new job/career. He asked what I was doing later and I said I wasn't sure but was gonna head to another gay bar no doubt, he had plans with his friends and so scarpered - I thought about asking for his number but I gather he's quite an out and proud guy and even if we met up again I worry it would be too full on - but nevertheless was a great start to my night out!
So I jumped on the tube and exited at Picadilly Circus - the station I always get out at to go around Soho, I'm quite proud that I know my way around the west end a little now, starting to feel more like a local than a tourist which is cool!
Next I was at a popular gay bar in Soho - had a couple of drinks by this point and was chatting to a couple of people around me, it's always quite nervewracking starting random conversations with people when you are out by yourself but I've found most guys are quite nice and as long as you don't impose yourself on people they are always friendly. After I got another drink a guy was trying to talk to me from across the bar, he was indicating that the barman fancied me - I guess he must have been friends with the barman and was just joking around - he signed to me asking whether I fancied him back. I initially didn't get what he was trying to say and so just shook my head but then I realised that looked as though I was saying I didnt fancy him and quickly nodded towards him and his mate basically saying the barman was quite nice - his mate laughed. I got talking to some mature students who were really nice guys and we chatted for a while but I didn't really fancy them in any way. By this time I was thinking about going home, it had been a long day and if I was going to stay out it would require me to be more hyped and excited than I was - but I figured I would go to one more place to get a drink since I was here.
So I went to another bar and on my way to the toilet I walked past this guy I had met on a previous night out. I think I met this guy about a year ago and have seen him a couple of times since but we have never talked to each other again really after we first met - you can probably guess why...I thought 'oh god why do I keep running into you', we had messed around together before and I think we both wanted to leave it at that - it was a bit awkward and it made me wanna get out of there because I thought if his mates are here too I don't want to be talked about and be watched from afar by this guy, even though he probably wouldn't do such a thing it just made me think going home was the only thing to do now, I wasn't having much luck and was tiring fast...
So then I rushed back to the station just in time to get the last train home! Ofcourse getting a burger king on the way back and sitting in 1st class even though I didn't have the appropriate ticket (i know im such a rebel right!)
All in all not a bad evening out, making out with that hot guy made it worth it! But I'm starting to wonder how long I can do this, ie. just going out by myself to a couple of gay bars and hoping to meet some nice fellas who I may wanna see again, before I tire of it. I keep thinking this is just to tie me over until I come out and then I can get to know some guys better and become friends with them - but I'm still not ready.
So there we are, not as good as past ones have been but deff not the worst! Some of the nights out I've had have been seriously embarassing as a new gay guy on the scene but I'm starting to get a little experience under my belt now and know my way around a lot better than before!
Any comments/feedback welcome - whoever you are!
Till next time folks
GayLadForLife
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