I really need to leave this out in the open so that everybody else who's been through something that weird and incomprehensible can relate.
Okay so two weeks ago, I was surfing the web and gathering info about the latest trends in gay social medias and life in general. I was also looking for events to be held in the cities I will visit in the up and coming next two months. That's how I got to know about the Gay Circuit of Barcelona and got to see that it was sponsored by a new gay dating site called Gaydar.net.
Despite what some of you may think, I'm not writing this down to criticize gaydar, nor say that it's the best dating engine I've ever used but mainly to retell you about my latest date gone weird.
So after taking a brief look at the gaydar.net website, I felt like it was pretty darn awesome and user-friendly and I felt like joinning right away -which I did. I built up my profile hoping it was attractive enough to bring me as many potential dates and handsome studs as possible.
I thought it looked pretty great and that my chances were fairly higher than before at aiming my goal of finding the perfect combination of cuteness, sexiness and compatibility ever possible between two men.
After only one day, a few guys had already written to me and thus made my day since I desperately needed something new in my life and by that I mean some pizzazz. A few good-looking men wrote to me and I was taken aback by how easy it seemed to be dating on this website. Perhaps that website increased our gaydars or actually acted as a radar to spot the most edible men in our nearby area.
While I checked out the list of online members, my attention was brought to a young Lebanese man's profile (I know, again!)! I instantly fell for his picture and profile and thought to myself how hot he looked. I secretly wished to get a date with a guy like that but didn't go on to write to him.
Later that day I received an inbox by no one else but that same hot Lebanese guy. Glad was I to notice his interest in me which was darn reciprocal!
Anyways, to make a long story short, we shitchatted a few days in a row, talking about who we were, what we did for a living, what kind of lifestyle we had, as well as hobbies, ambitions and things we liked in a guy. For one of the first times ever, I thought we might really get along well and couldn't wait for us to meet. I proposed him to meet me on a date during the upcoming weekend and he strangely replied: "a hookup is easy to get, no?!" I couldn't help but find that really weird and asked what he meant and he said he wanted something serious and not to simply hook up with me.
I don't know what went wrong but that friday night he insisted on meeting me at midnight! I couldn't believe it! That hot guy who wanted to take things slow and vouched for something serious was inviting me over at midnight! That sounded like a hell of a booty call to me! Of course, being horny and titillate by him, I didn't even hesitate for a second and googled his adress and hopped there in a New York minute!
Not only was this stud supposedly looking for something serious and not wanting to hookup but had still invited me over at midnight, the first thing I noticed when he opened the door was that he was in fact greeting me clad with solely his undies on! He was staring at me like he couldn't wait until our lips locked and he could devour that trout pout of mine.
It wasn't long till I got down to my undies as well and was making out intensely and intensively with that hunky-dory Lebanese baklava! He seemed to be unbelievably crazy about me; the way his eyes gazed into mine and how he kissed me and talked about my body and everything. For a minute there, I truly thought we might become an item in the future despite him knowing I'd be outta town for thow months straight. We remained interleaved onto one another for four hours in a row until I realized it was 4 o'clock in the morning and my bed was making a long-distance call for me to hurry the hell back home and get some rest.
I waved him goodbye and left. I was sure it was a sureshot and I'd finally get a successful shot at love just like Tila Tequila. The following day, I was both merry and nervous about how things would turn out between us. I kept wondering if he shared the same level of joy than me about our night of sweet talk. I logged on my Facebook in order to chat with him later that evening. I said hi and immediately told him I had had a blast with him and hoped it was reciprocal.
Now guess what the bastard replied?!!! He said: "yes I had a good time too.... But I need to tell you we're incompatible Rodzilla... we're sexually incompatible, as much as I wanted to be and tried to be with you, we're not"!!!!
Damn can you believe such a hot-blooded lover could turn into a cold-blooded respondent? I couldn't believe my eyes when I read his message and thought he must've felt some kind of shame or discontentment after our inflamed night together.
I wouldn't take such bullshit and I wouldn't remain speechless even if I faced such a ridiculous situation and I told him that I thought he was full of shit and couldn't pull his shit together in order to be a man about the situation. How could someone who was so crazy about you tell you that you are incompatible the day after?! I don't get it. I guess he actually wanted a hookup and was so full of shit he'd rather lie about it and pretend he wanted a relationship instead! Or maybe he wants to think of himself as being that nice guy who has principles and thorough values!
Wutevah, Rodzilla is fed up and leaving hella soon! Fuck'em baklavas, I'm done with'em! Trust me, they all have small penises and will treat you like shit, beware of them! Keep away from them!
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