No. of times out and about today – 1
No. of checkouts/flirts made at me – 2
No. of flirts by me in return – 1
The exhibition was, quite frankly almost nothing – and that nothing was crap. However, I met with lots of friends and had a really nice time. Martin was there. He’s nice enough but he is far too camp for me and tends to ‘paw’, which makes me want to move away from him. However, he introduced me to Robert.
Robert was really nice, a photographer, with, what he called a magazine but was, in fact, more like a book. He called it ‘serious and boring’ which I found amusing as it was hardly a big sell on his part.
However, I did recognise he was gay, even if he wasn’t camp – greying hair, pretty, probably mid forties.
I flirted with him and he with me. It was cool. Nothing happened but, who knows for the future. Cool job, cool guy.
Dennis has booked some restaurant for tonight; he is sweet and it’s all very touching – at least this is how the dating thing is supposed to go. My problem is that I feel, somewhat, guilty about the fact that, on my part, this may be going nowhere. But let’s see what tonight brings.
Gordon, whom I text to ask if Thursday is still on, suggests that it probably is but that, as it’s Fashion Week (one can tell, if only by the amount of bloody traffic and the difficulty with parking), he can’t be certain. My heart sinks a bit. I’m kind of fed up with everyone being ‘something’ in fashion – even though I know that being one of the fashion cities of the world and fashion seemingly having a larger ‘gay population’ than most industries, this is almost inevitable. Still I text him back to say that good things are always worth waiting for, which he obviously likes – but then being charming I can do, when I want.
I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about this whole thing. I am seriously looking for the ‘Mr Right’ and I know that only by getting out there will I find him. This all may seem rather cold to you but this is the way I work and the way that I can focus on it all. However, I suppose it does seem more like I’m looking for a new apartment rather than looking for a human being. Still, logic and method is me and I can’t change that. In fact, for me, this is far better than trying to go to some club and much less haphazard.
Oh, yes, and I keep coming across foot-fetish people. It seems there are a lot of them about………who would have known?