Two dates, one night

After the hurt and damage caused by Big Red, and with the lingering hurt from The Ex, I was certain that a relationship was not something that I was looking for, wanted or would even entertain the idea of, should it present itself to me. Instead, I was content living the single life, which consisted of socialising with friends, and cruising Grindr for my next hook-up.

Finding more success with Grindr, I managed to double book myself one evening, well not quite double book, one engagement was meeting a guy only as friends, the other was definitely a hook-up.

The night started out with meeting up with Jackson. We had chatted for a bit on Grindr and decided to see if we would hit it off as friends. Jackson and I had quite different interests, for example, he was really into cars, whereas for me, when it comes to cars, foot goes down, car moves forward – <beep beep>. Still I thought it would be good to expand the social circle and add a bit of diversity. Next on the agenda was meeting Pete, at his house. For one thing. Sex. We really hadn’t chatted about much other than that.

Uhhhh, did that guy just hit on me?

Jackson and I planned to meet up at The Botanica. When I got there I did a quick sweep of the place to see if Jackson had found a spot to sit, not finding him, I settled down in a chair by the front door where I would be easily spotted. Before long a guy starts to approach me, but hang on, this isn’t what Jackson looks like… This stranger had come to ask me about my tattoo, which still quite new, I would often be surprised when people asked me about the ink on my neck. We chatted for a few moments, with him crouched down beside me. During the conversation I started to think this guy was hitting on me, but being that I was in a straight place, I wasn’t going to take my chances. Besides, Jackson should be here any minute.

I tend to be a little on edge when out at a straight venue, especially if I am sitting on my own. Being quite obviously gay, I tend to attract the kind of attention that one in that situation does not want to attract.

The problem with two dates in one night

Soon enough Jackson had arrived and that uneasy feeling quickly left as we chatted freely, shared a drink and some food. The time passed reasonably quickly and before too long my phone was beeping away with messages from Pete asking if I would be round soon and where I was. Herein lies the problem with booking two dates in the one night – albeit for different – ahem – purposes. I really did enjoy the conversation and company of Jackson, and while I hinted and attempted to leave within enough time to not be late for Pete, while standing outside the conversation still didn’t die. Eventually, I had to say that I was running late and had to go, but that ‘we should do this again’ and in the way that I actually meant it.

A quick txt to Pete to let him know I was on my way, and I jumped on my bike and headed off for date number two.

C’mon! It’s Indiana Jones!

Arriving at Pete’s house took much less time that I had thought. I was, I have to admit, a little nervous. It hasn’t been that many times that I had done this after all. I mean arriving at a guys house with the sole intention of hooking-up. Pete must have noticed the nerves, he offered me a glass of wine from the bottle he was already well into. Props to Pete as he wasted no time in taking the first step. Leaning in to kiss me and touch me.

We very quickly got down to the task at hand, Pete being quite eager to get to the point. I paused for a second to comment on what was playing on the TV in the back ground. I asked Pete if he thought it was a little weird what with the TV playing, he said ‘No, why?’ to which I exclaimed ‘C’mon! It’s Indiana Jones!’ This didn’t even slow Pete down. He got right back into things and rolled me over.

We should do this again. Again…

Pete and I sat on the sofa, basking in the afterglow of the satisfaction of the evenings activities. He offered me more to drink, I declined and pulled up my pants getting ready to go. After all, it was what it was. Two guys, met on Grindr, both after one thing, the same thing. Now that we had accomplished our task what more was there to stick around for? Before I left I said ‘We should do this again’, again. Also in the way that I actually meant it.

I rode home to spend the night alone in my bed, the way that I preferred. I had in the past experienced guys that wouldn’t leave and there was no way that Single Me was going to be one of those guys!

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