Not quite a retraction to my last post, but more proof that good things come when you least expect it.
After a week of disappointing not dates, I wasn’t really expecting much from this weekend. It started off with an injury and turned into one of the best weekends I’ve ever had.
Which is even more surprising given that I met the guy on Grindr. He came over at 10 in the morning to watch Netflix while I nursed my injury and limped around the apartment. We didn’t actually end up watching Netflix because from the moment he sat down, we clicked and we talked. We talked for 5 hours.
I cooked pizza for lunch and then we swam in my building’s pool. Our first kiss was in that pool and our second kiss was underwater; I swallowed a mouthful of chlorinated water but it was worth it. It became very obvious very quickly that we needed to move this out of a public space, this make out session was getting very hot and heavy.
We barely got back into the apartment before we were all over each others mouths and bodies. I wanted this person so badly, I wanted to fuck this guy right there. But I had a connection with this person, we’d talked for so long without getting bored. I didn’t want to just have sex with this guy and for it to be over. So we kept kissing and talking until he had to leave because he had plans with his friends.
Within the hour his plans with his friends had fallen through and he was coming back to my place and I was cooking him dinner. We spent a lot of time that night talking and we realised that we both felt the same way, there was a connection there and we couldn’t explain it because we’d known each other for less than 12 hours.
I won’t go into the details of what happened that night, but we were up very late and we were up very early the next morning. This guy was so amazing, we were so comfortable with each other, we’d shared way too much information with each other for the time that we had known each other.
More cuddles on the couch
and more talking.
We couldn’t stay like this the entire day could we? We had to leave my apartment at some point right? A shopping trip was on the cards for a couple of hours, but it turned out we really wanted to get back into the apartment where we could explore our bodies again. He left my apartment at 6:30 Sunday night.
I had just spent almost an entire weekend with a guy I’d just met and it was great. My mind was getting so far ahead of itself and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was back to the real world after our weekend staycation, but two things were clear in my mind.
I had just had one of the best weekends of my life
and I had to see him again.
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