Holy Mackarel, nearly got myself into something I might regret recently. So after having a jolly decent Friday with some friends over from Manchester and Saturday morning/afternoon with Subang boy from summer I went back home to chill and get my work done (but we all know that never happens). Had myself a ring on Jack'd and checked it out. Turns out some relatively good looking Asian dude was unlocking his nude photos. Now normally this is the point where I block people off, but if they're sufficiently attractive and my hormones are acting up temptation settles in.
So yes I decided to entertain the nude man, probably began thinking with the other head instead. Then he invited me for a threesome, because conventional sex is too boring for some you see. His other friend then messages me with more unlocked nude pictures and I thought he wasn't too bad either. Was talking to Kayson over Facebook whether to indulge or not and then I suddenly had myself a really bad gut feeling that I might catch a particular disease I did not want. Further I really really did not want to end up in a ditch somewhere in East London with a used condom up my arse and so I did what was necessary and blocked the horny pair. Oh did I feel righteous that night.
Then Sunday came, and Mr Banker did not call so I can presume that we're just not that into each other. One case settled and sorted. Decided to open Grindr this time around and saw an Asian guy that was relatively nearby. Do you see a pattern here yet? Not me being a horny twat, but my excessive love and preference for Asians. I'm such a Rice Queen. Yea gay lingo here in the West is pretty fancy smancy with East Asians being called Rice, whites Potatoes, Indians Curry etc.
But yes suffice to say he invited me over for a quick shag. Now I have no idea what possessed me this time around but I actually got out of my house and went over to the street where he was. As I was headed there I realised I might be slightly stupid coming into this dodgy a neighbourhood, this late at night in the cold winter. So I called him up and realised that there were other people in the house as well and it wasn't going to be a one to one thing. Obviously this is the point where I began asking myself what the fuck I was even doing here and when he showed up to invite me in I refused.
And got the fuck out of there pronto.
No really, I knew I was young and horny but I definitely did not have to add reckless and stupid as adjectives to the equation. Luckily at least on the face of it the guy was cool with my refusal but holy blazing hells imagine if I had gone into that home where 3 other guys were waiting to give me a gang bang of the century. I'm highly tempted to get rid of these apps again, London will be my downfall good god.
And back to writing legal Opinions because I'm a boring downer. Tsk tsk.
Haha good thing I'm barred from the lustful apps without a smartphone!
ReplyDeleteIt's totally up to you for your choice of life, as long as there ain't no regret.