Back from holiday and a surprise call ~ Before May Mattered
The games people play |
6/9/97
Feeling good! The holiday was great apart from
some creepy middle aged guy who was part of our group. He was so hung
up on me he couldn't stop looking and trying to talk to me. It was
very embarrassing as his wife was with him and perfectly lovely.
Anyway that is not what I want to be writing
about. I went on holiday to try and get Al out of my system. A change
of scenery. The truth is I was still thinking about him far too much.
What happened when I returned amazed me. On
Saturday afternoon I couldn't resist calling his mobile. I was so
certain that the blank calls I had had a few weeks before my holiday
were from him. The games people play. Well his mobile rang. It was
on. He answered! I immediately put it down. Five minutes later the
same thing happened in reverse. I thought this is so silly one of us
has to give up. An hour later I was just about to cave in and call
him and actually speak, when the phone rang again. I said,
“Hello,” and my number.
There was a pause and then,
“May, its Al.”
I nearly fell of the chair with shock. But
something had to give and if he wasn't interested why play the games?
“I just rang to say hi really,” his camp voice
resonating in my ear.
“I am glad you did.” I said wanting to
reassure him.
We began talking as if we did that every day. With
ease, but the butterflies began to a flutter in my heart and stomach.
He had guts to call and I admired that.
After chatting for about forty minutes he asked
what was I doing over the weekend.
I replied, “not much.”
I really didn't have any set plans.
“Do you fancy going for a beer at 8 ish this
evening?”
Did I – Did I - oh my god how long had I waited
to hear that.
The bell sounded just after eight. I was dreading
the moment he walked through the door. How would we both greet each
other? What would we say? It was more than fine. He kissed me lightly
on the lips in his own camp way.
We took a walk to the local pub. It was extremely
quiet in there for a Saturday night. Sitting with our drinks we were
both remarkably relaxed. Very surprising really and no mention of the
slapping his face incident. He was quite touchy, complimented me in
that casual way he has. I had actually made sure I wasn't very
dressed up. Not wanting to be seen as trying too hard. But even
though I only had a slight bit of make up on, I was wearing a crop
top with my tight brown cords and of course I was brown as a berry
from the holiday sun.
He was drinking Guinness and he remembered I like
the froth from the top. He put his finger in it and bought it to my
lips for me to lick it off. That was hot, but I participated
apprehensively. Every so often I would catch him looking at me,
staring really. So difficult to understand him.
He has had his hair cut and looks even more geeky
than previously. But I find him so sexy.
Al looked a bit like this with glasses |
I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere and bring
the incident up. I was waiting thinking he may venture there. When he
was messing around, he hit my arm accidentally and apologised and
then said,
“Talking about hitting people...”
I asked, “Is that what you want – to talk
about it?”
He replied that it was fine to, and I should ask
him anything I wanted.
Seeing this as an open door I apologised for what
had happened but explained that he had probably realised that I
questioned his sexuality. He said that a lot of other people also
wondered. To that I replied,
“Well I don't think you are heterosexual.”
He replied,
“If that's a question, the answer is yes I am
heterosexual. I have slept with one man when I was young, and it was
a mistake.”
I indicated that I wasn't sure if I could believe
it was only the one and that he preferred women.
He told me he was being honest with me and that
was all he could do. He went on to say that if people question his
sexuality it was their problem not his as he was sure of it, so he
didn't care what they thought. I jumped on that and accused him of
not caring about my thoughts and feelings. He immediately said I was
now confusing the issue, and just because he didn't care what people
thought of him, didn't mean that he didn't care about me!
I wanted to ask him about the anal fixation but
didn't want to pressurise him after we had just had such a deep
conversation. But I did ask him about the amount of women he may have
slept with and he said he didn't know.
Not sure what to think but decided I would have to
believe him for the moment and we were getting on so damn well. I
have known other men who had an early gay experience and then settled
with women. He mentioned that he thought we had a lot in common. I
asked him if that's why he phoned today. He said it was and that he
just wanted to see me. I made a side comment regarding the games
people play - telephone. He smiled and replied that he didn't play
games. But as he looked me in the eyes – we both knew. I smiled and
mentioned that I wouldn't put up with all this aggro from everyone,
but also thought we were compatible in many ways. Which was why I
persevered where he was concerned.
I continued by telling him that I had remembered
him paying me the compliment of saying he had never met anyone like
me before. I then told him I had never met anyone like him, which was
why I was there.. The niceties continued by him telling me that I
intrigued him.
Just as we were leaving I bumped into Ant – was
so good to see him, has been a while. We are going for a drink next
week – will be fun.
Al and I had a giggle going back to mine – he
gave me a piggy back.
Games people play ~ To be cont.
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As an aside:
"The holiday was great apart from some creepy middle aged guy who was part of our group. He was so hung up on me he couldn't stop looking and trying to talk to me. It was very embarrassing as his wife was with him and perfectly lovely."
That was me, via my Time Machine! :-)