Would you ever have a threesome with a couple?
Umm, yea probably. I would only have a threesome if it was with a couple or two single people. I could never be in a couple and invite a third…thats asking for trouble.
In high school I almost had a three way with a couple, but after 5 mins the one of the guys got jealous that his boyfriend was so into it and wanted to stop.
Do you wish you’d lost your virginity to someone else?
Absolutely.
Don’t even remember the guys name, what a shame.
Describe the last time you were over dressed.
The last time i felt overdressed was about a month ago when I photographed my friend in Bryant Park for a project she was doing. I was wearing a Rick Owens tunic (my friend calls it a dress, it hits like mid-thigh) with shorts underneath…and Givenchy tights. To me I don’t think its overdressing, but I was definitely getting some raised eyebrows in the park.
Awhile ago I met a guy at a birthday party for my best friend’s boyfriend. After asking my friend about him I learned that he’s in an open relationship with his boyfriend. For some reason I was instantly turned off…that is until a few weeks ago when I saw the same guy out. We were friendly, and then the next time we saw each other a bit friendlier (dancing, grabbing each other’s waist, normal flirty bullshit), that is until his boyfriend showed up. Things didn’t seem awkward for this guy, ( I supposed I should give him a name… Ewan, because he looks a bit like Ewan McGregor) but I was a bit weirded out so I went home. He friended me on Facebook the next day, and I sent him my number.
On Friday night he texted and met up with me at a bar with my friends, we talked, danced, kissed. I wanted him to go home with me but he said he couldn’t, and said “You know I have a boyfriend”. When I got home I texted him that I wished he was in my bed, and he said he wished the same and suggested the next night. I went about my day on Saturday, ended up going to a friends to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, and on my way I see Ewan riding by on his bike. He looked so perfect and handsome, he saw me and we both smiled and waved at each other. A bit later he told me over text that it was like magic, that he was thinking about me and then I appeared. Naturally it made my heart flutter a bit. After I ended up having a kinda cray St. Patricks day, we met up at a bar, played pool with some friends and then he came home with me.
It might have been one of the better nights I’ve spent with a guy. Good playlist going, great kissing. It continued into Sunday morning, where at times I would just stare at his gorgeous eyes. We talked about hanging out Sunday night but since I had work early Monday morning I suggest a raincheck.
At first I wasn’t bothered by the fact he was in an open relationship. If anything I was relieved because I wouldn’t have to worry about it ever becoming serious. Now I know that no matter what I can’t have his heart. The way he expresses his attraction to me, and the way I’m attracted to him just makes me want to take him out to dinner and see where things go, but I can’t because of his boyfriend. There’s a limit on how far we can go with each other from the bedroom to emotions. I feel as if I’m building this great upset for myself, deep down I know that part of hanging out with him is wanting to win over his heart, because he seems like such a great catch. Ah what’s a boy to do?
My mom is here in the city getting over a cold. I’ve been spending the past few days and nights with her so she isn’t lonely. Enjoying the city view and a packed bowl. Almost feels like vacation. I think I may take one. The puerto rican boy asked for me to come visit him again. I’ve thought about it, would like to. So I asked him when he is planning on coming back, just to make sure he actually is. I feel like this is my chance to be spontaneous, which I never am. I could go or continue to text him and say how we both would like to hang out at that moment. I think I’m over my monthly text allowance.
181) Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James (1961)
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
I need to learn how to talk to guys when I go out I the bar. I usually wait for guys to come up and talk to me, but I need to put myself out there. I need to grow some balls.
Dear Diary,
I'm a young gay man living in New York City. I am a hopeless romantic, trying to find love, companionship, and sometimes just a good fuck.
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