To The Guy I Keep Seeing But I Know I Don't Like

If you’ve been reading my blog since the beginning, you might remember the post To The Guy I Liked The Idea Of, who was a guy I went on a date with, who seemed nice but there just was not a connection. Well anyway, about a month or so after this date, I somehow got back into contact with this guy, this was during my nadir when I was falling for someone else. We spoke, he listened, he was really nice to me about everything that was going on.

He invited me over to his place, I accepted, but I didn’t know why I accepted. Anyway, me and him ended up getting intimate and to be honest, it was a really fun experience. We spoke, he listened, I got emotional about a guy I liked — which makes me sound utterly terrible, i’m hooking up with a really good guy and i’m too busy talking about someone else. Anyway in the month or so since we reconnected, I have seen him on quite a few occasions, both in a sexual and non-sexual context.

However, there is one big problem. He messaged me saying “i’m growing fond of you”, I mean it was nice that he saw me in that way, but I don’t like him in that way back and I will likely never like him in that way. I have never been in a predicament like this before, I mean i’m completely selfish and dismissive — a perfectly nice man appears, but I don’t want him.

Anyway, i’m going to carry on being a bad person for the time being, i’m going to see him again. However, I think I will tell him that it’s not going to progress beyond the realms of friendship with some fun included, if he wants it to be like that. I’m still in love with someone else and before I can get closure on that front, I won’t be able to move out of stationary.

Short post, I know. But there’s relatively little to say, barring that there is a good guy, but I want someone else instead that I know I can never have.

To The Guy Who Gave Me Crabs

New Year is a time for reflection for what has been and gone in the past year and what you hope and expect from the year ahead. One of the worst encounters, okay the worst encounter, i’ve had this year was with the guy who gave me crabs, which are known officially as pubic lice.

I hesitated over whether or not to actually write this post, I mean it is embarrassing to admit that this has happened to you. So it was around Easter time and I hadn’t been with anyone for a few months, so I used a hook-up app and found this guy from university. He was a really good looking guy, plus he was a medical student so he was reasonably smart (well I thought he was).

We met at his place, which was on campus, and we got straight into the action. To be honest he was pretty good in bed and things proceeded as normal. Afterwards, I used his bathroom to clean myself up. As I came out of the bathroom, he was using his phone, which kind of pissed me off a bit, but at the time I didn’t think anything of it and just left. Even worse was that I had to literally tip-toe out of his place, as his roommates did not know he was gay.

It was a really hot day and I remember being so hot, I looked at my phone as I was walking away and noticed that he had blocked me on the app. It was a negative review for me, but I would get over it.

About two days after I had hooked-up with this guy, I started to itch, around my pubic hair. It was annoying, but I thought it might have been caused by sweat. It carried on and after a couple of days I went to see the doctor about it. The doctor told me that there was nothing there, even after I said about having sexual contact reasonably. So I decided to then go to the sexual health clinic, in which I was told that it was pubic lice (crabs) and I was given a cream.

After using the cream for a few days, it went. But there was a bigger problem, I had to contact this guy to tell him that he was the one that had given me crabs. I mean I had not been with anyone else, so it had to be him. . . but I couldn’t contact him, because he had blocked me.

It was a few months after this incident that I found him again on the app. I contacted him, telling him that he had given me crabs and that he should tell other sexual partners. He denied that it was him and blamed it on his roommates dirty bedsheets, I mean it was an utterly pathetic excuse. I know its not a nice topic, but own it, for god’s sake you gave me a sexual condition and you cannot even take responsibility for it.

After telling him time after time, he eventually admitted it was his fault. I mean, I didn’t want to make him feel bad, however it is important that he let know other sexual partners to ensure others do not suffer from crabs.

Finally, when you have sexual partners remember that a condom nor medication like PrEP can prevent the spreading of pubic lice, so just make sure to check yourself and be honest with your sexual partner(s).

To The Guy Who Gave Me Crabs I regret ever meeting you, not because of what you gave me (even though that was bad and humiliating), but because of your rude attitude and arrogant demeanour. If you treat other men like this, expect to be miserable and alone for at least the short to medium term.

To The Guy Who Was Nice and Nothing Else

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Dating is hard. Regardless of your sexuality, it is a difficult thing to do, to meet someone for the first time and well hopefully build up a bond. When I first started discovering who I was sexually, I was interested in dating at all, I mean my intention was to go out there and just have as much fun as possible. That subsequently led to quite a lot of sexual encounters that had no romantic or non-sexual aspects to them.

After a while though, things changed quite drastically. I realised that I didn’t want to keep feeling that emptiness you get when you hook-up with someone. You know that dirty feeling you get afterwards when you feel guilty and then its worse if you actually like the guy and he doesn’t want to “hook-up” again.

Having that feeling again and again is dreadful and this is what made me decide to start dating guys, rather than just having sex. One of the guys I went on a date with was over the last summer. We had been chatting through an app for a while and had bumped into each other on campus as well. We agreed to meet-up for coffee, the most generic date idea of them all.

It was a really wet day and it was quite a walk for me to get to where we were meeting, however I had a good feeling about this date, so I didn’t mind in the slightest. I got to the coffee shop and I could see him walking down the road in the distance. We hugged and made brief smalltalk. We sat down and started talking even more, he was a nice guy — you could tell he came from a good background, he was smart, quite sweet and was well-dressed, I mean that is typically what I go for, but I knew that there was something missing, but I could not tell what it was.

We carried on talking for an hour or so, I mean I didn’t want to look rude or anything. We both knew a few of the same people, which is a consequence of going on a date with someone who goes to the same University as you. He seemed quite interested in me, but I was not the best at telling these things.

After the date had ended, we hugged again and went our separate ways. I couldn’t fault the guy for the quality of the date, but I just knew I did not want to see him again. It made me feel overly picky and like a bad person, I mean there was a pretty decent guy in front of me, someone who was an all-round good person, yet I didn’t want to take it any further. What was wrong with me?

Then it dawned on me, there was no spark at all. I mean if this guy were in my class, i’m confident we would probably be friends, but there was no sexual attraction on my part towards him and nothing that made me go “wow”. He was nice, but there was little more to him for me.

To The Guy Who Was Nice and Nothing Else, I say sorry for being a bit of a jerk when you tried to contact me afterwards. I should’ve have just been honest, instead of trying to play it cool. I’ve seen the guy around since and we both awkwardly try to avoid one another, I mean he’s not someone I think about really at all. But still, I wish I were not such a bad person with men, it is my biggest fault. But i’m confident that i’ll find a nice guy soon enough who will be nice, and who will also have a spark.

To The Guy Who Was Also A Bottom

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One of the things I envy most about straight people is how broad their dating pool is. Not only is there less gay people, estimated to be about 10% of the population, but we also have the top/bottom issue. If you’re not familiar with this terminology, without trying to sound crude, some guys prefer to do the penetrating during anal sex, while others would rather just receive it, as well as those lucky ones out there who are versatile, meaning they do both.

About 18 months or so ago, I was looking for a hookup when this really stunning guy appeared on that infamous app. He was absolutely stunning, both visually and emotionally. At the time he was doing the exact same MA that I am now doing, he was smart, had a really cool ‘international school’ accent — you know the type that sounds quasi-American — which was complemented by him having an amazing smile and a beautiful face, seriously he is one of the most attractive people I have ever seen.

Anyway we agreed to meet-up at where he was based, which was his student accommodation. As it was during the Summer break, it meant that campus was far quieter than normal, which was actually really nice. He told me where to meet him and I could see him waving from his window, one hand pointed at me, the other clutching onto a cigarette (I suppose no one can be 100% perfect). We spent ages chatting to one another, bonding over a shared interest in current affairs, he spoke about where he came from and why he had decided to come to the UK, as well as what his career prospects were. I promise that I don’t always sound like a job interviewer.

After a while, he implied that we should have “some fun”, we went to go ahead with it, when it dawned on me that both of us were bottoms. This made things incredibly awkward as it meant that we couldn’t have full-on sex, which at the time, I was absolutely gagging for. However, luckily enough, we could do other things which were still pretty fun.

However, this encounter, has made me think about how hard it is for gay men in general. Not only do we have a far smaller amount of men that we can date, but even within the gay community we are not sexuality compatible with every guy, making it even harder — I know I shouldn’t complain.

Unfortunately, I have since lost contact with this guy and even though we only met a handful of times, partly because he was leaving the country a couple of months after we first met, we built a unique bond. It was great to meet someone who was deeply intellectual, yet charming and funny also. This was complimented by him liking my innocent demeanour, my “British accent” (I don’t think I really have much of one) and the fact I was the only person in the UK he had met who pronounced his name right.

To The Guy Who Was Also A Bottom I say that I really am sorry for the both of us in that we could not have been more sexually compatible, I mean I know nothing serious would have ever come of it, but if I look back and think about guys I regret not being more intimate with, he is definitely top of the list — what is even worse in this case is that I have since discovered that I sometimes have the urge to top. Alas, I did not know it then.

To The Guy In Lycra

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At University, one of the extracurriculars I take part in is Badminton. The guys there are okay(ish), I suppose. However, there is one guy who I really find hot, even if I don’t find him attractive as an actual person. He rarely smiles, but he is suave in the way he dresses and the way he acts and I think deep down he knows he really is hot.

Anyway, he’s not someone I think about in the way of other guys i’ve lusted over, however I still get nervous if we both end up playing in the same match. Before I proceed any further, I have to clarify that he is straight — its pretty obvious as he always flirts with this same girl.

One day at Badminton, I was sitting on the bench, changing into my casual shoes as I do. I was deep in thought about something (I don’t recall what) and I could see a shadow of someone in front of me. I quickly tied my laces and looked up. . . what I saw was one of the greatest things ever.

It was that hot guy in full cycling gear, I mean a lycra top and tight lycra shorts, he’s bulge was well deeply impressive, I did not expect him to be that endowed if I am wholly honest with you. Anyway, it’s nothing meaningful, it was just a pleasant surprise.

I’ve since spoken to this guy in a non-Badminton setting, he’s a decent guy, even if he is a bit of a bore in terms of conversation. However, I will always approve of him wearing lycra clothing, even if its just to let me mind wander for a little while.

I know this is an unorthodox post for this blog, I mean there is nothing much to it barring the fact that a hot guy was wearing cycling clothing, however it made a difference for me to feel a slight bit of lust over someone I know, rather than being bogged down heavy in emotions, dates and relationships. It’s a bit of harmless fun and that day was a respite from a couple of months that have been quite heavy on me to be honest.

To The Guy Who Couldn't Look Me In The Eye

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Earlier this year, I briefly dated a guy. He was over 6 foot tall, really skinny, but really sweet at the time. We had been chatting for a while on an app, and we worked out that both of us had a class that ended at the same time. So one day after that class we met up and went for coffee. He was really nice, a good sense of humour, smart (he was a law student) and was a good listener, what wasn’t there to like?

To be honest, at the time, I liked him quite a bit. It was the first guy I had been on a date with for quite a few months. I like the fact that he was actually pretty intelligent, something that seems to be rare in the guys that I have thus far dated. After the day, we hugged and agreed to meet-up again.

It was a good three to four weeks before we saw one another again, as we both had exams and essays to do. We had planned to go for coffee again (I know, I should’ve thought of something more interesting and different), however everywhere was so busy. So he was like “do you want to come back to mine?”, I accepted and we proceeded to walk to his place.

We carried on talking and I realised why I liked him in the first place, he was still really smart but had a slight sassy attitude, with a sarcastic undertone, which I really found funny. We hung out at his place for a while, drank coffee and he showed me his art collection.

However, things went badly very quickly. After a while, we started making out, which was fun, I must admit. But then he said “Can I fuck you?” Never had anyone asked me that so directly, I was flustered and unsure of what to do. I replied “No, i’m sorry”. His face changed instantly and soon after that I left his place.

Later on, I found out that he had blocked me on all forms of social media. I know I rejected that advance, but by no means did it mean I was not interested. When I like someone, I want to get to know them a lot more before we actually go down that road, if I was just looking for a hook-up, I probably would’ve accepted, but I knew that in this case that was not what I was looking for.

In the months since, i’ve seen him around campus a few times. One time, we both literally bumped into one another. I politely moved out of the way and smiled, he kept his head down — he could not bring himself to look me directly in the face. I find that kind of sad.

I get that he was embarrassed that I said no to him, however the way in which he reacted afterwards made me see a different side of him that I didn’t like.

To The Guy Who Couldn’t Look Me In The Eye I say, its a real shame that you were so dismissive so quickly in my response. If you had taken the time to understand why I said no to you, we might have lasted and it could’ve been something more meaningful (which you initially said you wanted). I don’t think of this that often, but the way I reacted was definitely a turning point for me, I realised that I could reject sex and learnt that I wanted more from a man that his penis.

To The First Guy

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One thing that all of us will remember is the first person we were ever intimate with, whether it was through a romantic relationship or just a random hook-up or one night stand, its something that is hard to erase and defines the route your sex life goes in.

My first time was about halfway through my first year as an undergraduate student, I had finally discovered more of who I was as a person, I had finally built up the courage to start talking to men. I decided to join that infamous app that is popular within the Gay community for ‘hookups’. I had been on the app for a couple of weeks, I spoke to a few men, but nothing ever emerged out of it, until one day I got a message from a really attractive guy. He was an Arab/Italian mix, he was about 5ft 11 and had a very slander frame. His photo was nice, he was smiling, well-dressed and looked friendly.

Much to my surprise, the chat intensified very quickly, he suggested that we meet-up only after one day of talking — normally, I wouldn’t rush into something like this, however I knew that he was real as I had seen him around campus before and thought he was really cute. I met at his place, which was about a 25 minute walk from where I live, I remember the day vividly as the rain was torrential and I got absolutely soaked.

I arrived at his place, but there was a problem with his intercom. He greeted me at the door and there was a really awkward exchange of words — it was evident that both of us were extremely nervous and this was not in our typical character. He took me up the stairs to his flat and we sat on his sofa and started talking for a while. He was a really nice person, quite socially awkward (just like me), but there was little awkwardness when we started talking.

We spoke about all kinds of things ranging from current affairs to our university courses, to his flatmate who wouldn’t let him have a study desk of his own — which I still find incredibly odd to this day. After we had been talking for a while, he suggested we went to his room, I nervously accepted. We sat on his bed and carried on talking, then I took off my shoes and tried to ease up a bit.

He then encouraged me to carry on getting undressed, which I did in an incredibly nervous manner, he started to get undressed as well. We snuggled under his quilt for quite a few hours, it was really nice — especially since I was cold and wet by getting caught in the bad weather, plus it was January meaning it was genuinely freezing outside. He was the big spoon, I was the little spoon — which made sense as I was shorter than he was. This carried on for sometime, we made out quite a bit, had some sensual stroking of one another, it was really nice. There was relatively little actual sensual contact.

Overall, it was a really nice experience. It eased me into what it would be like to be with other men, something up until this point I had little experience with. While at the same time, making me more confident in who I was as a person and confident in my body.

To The First Guy I say thank you for making the experience of being with a guy so good, yes I know you can’t fully count it as the ‘first time’ as there was no penetrative sex. But i’m classing it as my ‘first time’, it is the thing I will always remember if i’m asked about my first experience with someone else of the same-sex — It will be etched on my mind forever and I am thankful that it was a positive experience, rather than some of the horror stories you hear from other guys.