Highlight of the day - I love puns. Some of my friends and I think it's funny to put -poo on the end of the things to make them sound cute, because we are frightfully intelligent and mature. My friend said he was sorry for being a 'flakeypoo' because he was cancelling on an arrangment and I am very proud for coming up with the pun that a flakeypoo is the poo you do after having too many Flakes.
Embarrassing moment of the day - A man catching me staring at his thumbs on the tube...as you do. I mean, they were attached to a massive hand which was attached to a massive person (I'm slightly baffled as to how he fit himself on the tube!) but it was the thumbs that seemed to fascinate me. They completely swamped his iPhone and were actually bigger than most penises I've seen (mine not included). Quite astounding. When he gave me a strange look back, I still got the feeling it wasn't the first time some had stared at them.
So, in spite of being hungover in the morning, I still ventured out yesterday evening. Well, early evening. I went on a DATE. I went on a date with someone I met on GrindR. If you don't know what GrindR is, it's an app that allows gay guys to meet eachother, based on where you are. It finds your location and shows you guys that are near to you. It's frankly all a bit creepy. It's also all a bit sleazy, and when I say 'a bit' I mean 'a lot'. Roughly 99% of the guys are looking for sex (give or take...if you'll pardon the crude pun) and 80% send you a picture of their cock before they say 'hello'. However, I met a guy on there a few weeks ago who seemed not to be after sex and we got chatting and decided to meet. We went to The Crown pub by Victoria Park. It was lovely in there, with very friendly service. I think it must advertise itself as dog friendly or something because there were SO many dogs in there (to the point where I felt like I was in a TV show where dogs ruled the world or something, it was like I was in the minority in a dogs' pub). Anyway, I know you don't care about the dogs or the service, you want to hear the gorey details of the date.
Well, for the first time in a long time (I've been on a lot of dates lately) it actually went ok. He was 45 minutes late, which was slightly annoying, but we got on quite well. This is why the day was better than expected. I have had so many awful dates recently (I will probably write about them on here in the future), that even the fact that we got on marginally well was a big relief. He also didn't try to touch me up or basically ask me back to his flat for a shag after one He DID tell me at one point that he could speak 'all South Asian languages' which I found a bit ambitious and he also spent quite a long time building himself up by telling me that his previous job were so desperate to keep him when he handed in his notice which they never normally are, but he was SUCH an amazing exception, but, apart from that, there weren't many awkward moments at all. Having said that, it's been 30 hours and neither of us have been in touch, so maybe it wasn't amazing...I'll keep you updated.
Embarrassing moment of the day - A man catching me staring at his thumbs on the tube...as you do. I mean, they were attached to a massive hand which was attached to a massive person (I'm slightly baffled as to how he fit himself on the tube!) but it was the thumbs that seemed to fascinate me. They completely swamped his iPhone and were actually bigger than most penises I've seen (mine not included). Quite astounding. When he gave me a strange look back, I still got the feeling it wasn't the first time some had stared at them.
So, in spite of being hungover in the morning, I still ventured out yesterday evening. Well, early evening. I went on a DATE. I went on a date with someone I met on GrindR. If you don't know what GrindR is, it's an app that allows gay guys to meet eachother, based on where you are. It finds your location and shows you guys that are near to you. It's frankly all a bit creepy. It's also all a bit sleazy, and when I say 'a bit' I mean 'a lot'. Roughly 99% of the guys are looking for sex (give or take...if you'll pardon the crude pun) and 80% send you a picture of their cock before they say 'hello'. However, I met a guy on there a few weeks ago who seemed not to be after sex and we got chatting and decided to meet. We went to The Crown pub by Victoria Park. It was lovely in there, with very friendly service. I think it must advertise itself as dog friendly or something because there were SO many dogs in there (to the point where I felt like I was in a TV show where dogs ruled the world or something, it was like I was in the minority in a dogs' pub). Anyway, I know you don't care about the dogs or the service, you want to hear the gorey details of the date.
Well, for the first time in a long time (I've been on a lot of dates lately) it actually went ok. He was 45 minutes late, which was slightly annoying, but we got on quite well. This is why the day was better than expected. I have had so many awful dates recently (I will probably write about them on here in the future), that even the fact that we got on marginally well was a big relief. He also didn't try to touch me up or basically ask me back to his flat for a shag after one He DID tell me at one point that he could speak 'all South Asian languages' which I found a bit ambitious and he also spent quite a long time building himself up by telling me that his previous job were so desperate to keep him when he handed in his notice which they never normally are, but he was SUCH an amazing exception, but, apart from that, there weren't many awkward moments at all. Having said that, it's been 30 hours and neither of us have been in touch, so maybe it wasn't amazing...I'll keep you updated.
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