After Dream # 1 Came through, I of course put my quest to find a boy friend, in Perth at least, on hold. However I still had a strong desire to 'have a boy friend' for my Birthday, and even Christmas and New Year.
During my 3 weeks or so of intense dating, only 1 guy got to date number 2. Adrian. If I had not got my transfer to Sydney, then I am sure Adrian and I would have become a couple of some sort. Not the love of my life, but certainly a couple. I made sure that I invited him to drinks the night before my birthday, in the hope that we would spend that night AND my birthday together. Unfortunately, it seems Adrian got the hates with me once he got wind of my transfer.
Being Christmas time, only about one third of the invitees showed up at the Brisbane Hotel (http://www.thebrisbanehotel.com.au/) for drinks. The fun third. I got there at 4, and when the first people arrived at just before 5 I was already on my third pint and feeling Very chatty. I ordered a bottle of Veuve for the girls, Pizzas for the gang, and a pint for the 20yo South African who recently joined our office. Suddenly it was competitive drinking hour and he challenged me to skull a pint of beer for $20. Clearly he knew nothing of a gay man's ability to master circular breathing. Easy. Out came the shooters - not sure the name - but vodka/tequila/bourbon. Being Birthday boy I was told that I had to have 3, they each had 1.
About this time I noticed S, the first guy I hooked up with in Perth, and for a time there, a steady fuk bud. He was with a group of guys and so I sauntered over to say hi. One guy there was full of smiles for me and VERY friendly, not to mention very attractive. After the niceties I pointed out where my group was, the girls waved back and I returned to them.
Meanwhile, Shaun, under the influence of alcohol, had taken on the role of 'social glue' - gathering a group of hot straight guys and their female companions in to our group. The girls were happy, we had a party going and everyone was buzzing. Apparently (I don't recall) I kept talking about the hot guy in the other group, and so the girls in my group manoeuvred our group back over to THAT group. By this stage, only the hot guy was left, and he had an entourage of pretty girls around him. He seemed as interested in me as I was in him.
My best girl friend H, the hot guy G, and one of the straight guys A grouped together and went bar hopping. By the third bar / club I had already heard enough come out of the mouth of G to suggest he was not keen on me and in fact thought that both H and I were aiming to hook up, but that he was keen to go home. So I was keen to dance, and get home by 1 (8 hours of drinking hardcore had taken it's toll) so that I could wake up fresh for my birthday.
H kept insisting he was keen. I told her I knew differently. then I got three very emotional text messages from DJ saying how he never really got over me leaving him to go to Perth, and so I had to go outside to digest that. I was nearly in tears and was going to make a quiet exit. However I decided to be fair to H, I would go back inside and say goodbye. By this time they were both way out the back in the dark of the club. I kissed her on the cheek good bye. And then him.
I am not sure how it happened, but suddenly my tongue was in his mouth, our hands all over each other. Long story short, he spent the night at my place. he saw me at my worst - waking up to a hideous hangover. He was lovely. Lovely to hold. Lovely to be held by. And passionate. And like a horned up 16 year old i bit him savagely - I have never seen so many live bites. It was obscene. I am still embarrassed.
I invited G to my Birthday Dinner party, in lieu of Adrian. It was a great night. My little Sister, My other girl friend F, my best friend R, H and me. He looked amazing. and the best thing he is only a year younger than me, not 10, not 20. ONE.
He wanted to go home, I convinced him to stay. My birthday dream came true.
G is a Perth boy who has lived in Sydney for the last 20 years. He has a successful business there. He is in Perth helping his sister to start her own business and flies back to Sydney one week a month to make sure the business is ok. When I heard he was living in Sydney I had hopes of..............
So G was my birthday dream come true. And I guess that's all he will ever be. But he has made me realise I can be attracted to and to want more from a guy close to my age - and that is probably more of a gift than the two nights we spent together.
During my 3 weeks or so of intense dating, only 1 guy got to date number 2. Adrian. If I had not got my transfer to Sydney, then I am sure Adrian and I would have become a couple of some sort. Not the love of my life, but certainly a couple. I made sure that I invited him to drinks the night before my birthday, in the hope that we would spend that night AND my birthday together. Unfortunately, it seems Adrian got the hates with me once he got wind of my transfer.
Being Christmas time, only about one third of the invitees showed up at the Brisbane Hotel (http://www.thebrisbanehotel.com.au/) for drinks. The fun third. I got there at 4, and when the first people arrived at just before 5 I was already on my third pint and feeling Very chatty. I ordered a bottle of Veuve for the girls, Pizzas for the gang, and a pint for the 20yo South African who recently joined our office. Suddenly it was competitive drinking hour and he challenged me to skull a pint of beer for $20. Clearly he knew nothing of a gay man's ability to master circular breathing. Easy. Out came the shooters - not sure the name - but vodka/tequila/bourbon. Being Birthday boy I was told that I had to have 3, they each had 1.
About this time I noticed S, the first guy I hooked up with in Perth, and for a time there, a steady fuk bud. He was with a group of guys and so I sauntered over to say hi. One guy there was full of smiles for me and VERY friendly, not to mention very attractive. After the niceties I pointed out where my group was, the girls waved back and I returned to them.
Meanwhile, Shaun, under the influence of alcohol, had taken on the role of 'social glue' - gathering a group of hot straight guys and their female companions in to our group. The girls were happy, we had a party going and everyone was buzzing. Apparently (I don't recall) I kept talking about the hot guy in the other group, and so the girls in my group manoeuvred our group back over to THAT group. By this stage, only the hot guy was left, and he had an entourage of pretty girls around him. He seemed as interested in me as I was in him.
My best girl friend H, the hot guy G, and one of the straight guys A grouped together and went bar hopping. By the third bar / club I had already heard enough come out of the mouth of G to suggest he was not keen on me and in fact thought that both H and I were aiming to hook up, but that he was keen to go home. So I was keen to dance, and get home by 1 (8 hours of drinking hardcore had taken it's toll) so that I could wake up fresh for my birthday.
H kept insisting he was keen. I told her I knew differently. then I got three very emotional text messages from DJ saying how he never really got over me leaving him to go to Perth, and so I had to go outside to digest that. I was nearly in tears and was going to make a quiet exit. However I decided to be fair to H, I would go back inside and say goodbye. By this time they were both way out the back in the dark of the club. I kissed her on the cheek good bye. And then him.
I am not sure how it happened, but suddenly my tongue was in his mouth, our hands all over each other. Long story short, he spent the night at my place. he saw me at my worst - waking up to a hideous hangover. He was lovely. Lovely to hold. Lovely to be held by. And passionate. And like a horned up 16 year old i bit him savagely - I have never seen so many live bites. It was obscene. I am still embarrassed.
I invited G to my Birthday Dinner party, in lieu of Adrian. It was a great night. My little Sister, My other girl friend F, my best friend R, H and me. He looked amazing. and the best thing he is only a year younger than me, not 10, not 20. ONE.
He wanted to go home, I convinced him to stay. My birthday dream came true.
G is a Perth boy who has lived in Sydney for the last 20 years. He has a successful business there. He is in Perth helping his sister to start her own business and flies back to Sydney one week a month to make sure the business is ok. When I heard he was living in Sydney I had hopes of..............
So G was my birthday dream come true. And I guess that's all he will ever be. But he has made me realise I can be attracted to and to want more from a guy close to my age - and that is probably more of a gift than the two nights we spent together.
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