Basic Instinct
We’d spoken once or twice. He didn’t live too far from me. One post code over.
We decided to meet for a drink. He was OK. I knew he was attractive, that much was obvious from the picture. About 6′1, blonde, slim, nice smile, nice hair.
We got on OK. He talked a lot. I was unsure what depth he may have. I made the cardinal and rather blatant mistake of asking him back for coffee as I’d wanted to get home and it was en-route for him…
Are men related to leeches? I sometimes think so. All over me like a cheap suit. Really, I wanted to talk and continue to get to know him, not feel like I was in an Alien movie facing a losing battle with a face-hugger.
I’m terribly fussy about kissing. He just didn’t do it for me. Maybe a 6.5/10. Full blown face-hugger territory. I do, contrary to popular belief, want to keep my tongue. Why must you feel the inclination to perform that ‘vacuum’ action on it. Really, I’m not impressed. “Wow you have soft skin!” he said. Well that’ll be the Oil of Olay. Not. I don’t know if or why I have soft skin, though someone else once said that. My skin is naturally quite oily so that might be it. He really got carried away, not dissimilar to the other guy. Either it’s me or it’s men in general. I’m unsure, it’s been a while. I don’t know what button is being pressed but you can turn them on and off like a light switch sometimes. I’m all for being passionate but this was in the OTT stakes and I didn’t feel that comfortable.
He was beautiful but not my type. Too gay (I know, I could get hung drawn and quartered for saying that). Just too… not superficial, just too, lacking in depth. I finally managed to get rid of him just before Survivors started on BBC1 (saved by a mediocre drama, oh the irony).
Finding Mr Right is not going to happen overnight it seems. I am fussy and won’t deny that. But I’d much rather a slow burn friendship over a longish period of time rather than all this excess so early on. You live and learn.
it might not happen overnight…
but it might be just around the corner… you never know!!!
UrbanVox
November 24, 2008 at 12:49 am
UV – oh I hope so, believe me! I really want to go back to peaceful co-habitation, routine and normality. Bored to tears of living alone too.
Milo
November 24, 2008 at 12:51 am
But it’s another experience and another way you know he wasn’t the right one….(and a lucky escape?). Will have to look and see what this ‘Survivors’ is that you are all twittering about….
mumof4
November 24, 2008 at 4:37 am
In my experience, Mr Right appears the moment you stop looking and decide to take a break.
Vic
November 24, 2008 at 10:20 am
Betty – Survivors is ‘OK’. Some of the acting is implausible but it’s watchable.
Vic – true, and I believe in fate also. But I have to be proactive at the moment, not meeting enough new people otherwise. Especially when you hit your 30s, most people just aren’t single and the pool of gay people is only 1/10th or so of the population. So the figures are against me!
PS What happened to your old gravatar?
Milo
November 24, 2008 at 10:25 am
Great post. I’ve never understood the whole “doing tricks” with ones tongue thing. The vacuum tongue is particularly perplexing. It’s as though we are supposed to be impressed with their highly practiced technique. But I’m more impressed with improvisation.
Craig
November 24, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Damn, so you didn’t get any this time?
I’m living vicariously through your love life, I need you to get your rocks off on my behalf.
Suburban Mum
November 24, 2008 at 9:30 pm
wow, we are really cruising ahead at break-neck speed here, eh. Pondering the new expression I learnt today: vacuum tongue… hmmm.
Lula
November 24, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Up there with tonsil hockey, come to think of it.
Lula
November 24, 2008 at 9:34 pm
I should send you the book that Betty sent to me – Porn Star Secrets of Sex. Don’t ask me why she felt I needed it, that’s another story, but anyway. It has a whole chapter on french kissing. Leave it lying around so they get the idea.
Suburban Mum
November 24, 2008 at 9:43 pm
Loved this post! This is you! The real you, this is the you from the heart. This is the you I want to read more about. Why did you password this one?
Mike Deakin
November 24, 2008 at 11:26 pm
Oops, ignore the last bit…that was the other post! You can tell I’m not over the jet lag yet!!
Mike Deakin
November 24, 2008 at 11:28 pm
Ugh – I hate that. Although worse is when they put their tongue in your mouth and wait for you to do all the work. Chalk it up to experience and on to the next one. Looking forward to hearing all about it!
Sven
December 3, 2008 at 4:40 am