Naveen - part 2

Myself and Naveen had found a quiet spot in Queens Court and were chatting along nicely. His parents still lived in India and he was in the UK on his own.
It was quite amusing listening to him talk, as there were certain words he couldn't quite master. I had to be quite alert when he came across one so I could guess what he was trying to say. There were the odd few where I had to ask him to repeat the sentence. On one, I had to ask him at least three times to repeat it and in the end just pretended I understood. Even though it was a bit tiresome, I did also find it rather cute of him.
He was very attractive but his dress sense, which consisted of a white shirt and black trousers, was not appealing. It was smart but not very trendy and I do like a man who makes the effort to impress.
I asked if he had come straight from work, thinking that maybe this was why he was dressed this way, but he had left his job a few weeks ago and was now unemployed.
This did not bode well with me but I didn't show it and he did say he was trying to find something else.
It was at about this time that the curly fries I had ordered arrived. On the subject of curly fries, can I just say Queens Court..there were far too many. I had ordered for one but there was enough for two or even three people. Still, better too much than too little.
I offered Naveen some of the fries but he declined. Looking at his figure, I got the impression that he was careful with what he ate and fries were a no no.

We ordered another round of drinks and then got down to the serious stuff. I asked why he went for older men and in particular, why me?
He had had enough of one night stands with guys his age who said they wanted more but finished it after they had got what they wanted. I could relate to this.
The reason he fancied me? Well I'd like to say it was because of my dashing looks and Adonis like body but he just said I seemed like a nice guy. It was enough to keep me interested and we continued to chat.
He loved to walk, watch horror films and was studying architecture at university.
I told him quite a bit abut myself and he seemed to be genuinely interested.
We finished our drinks and as we had been in Queens Court for a couple of hours, I asked him if he'd like to go somewhere else? He thought that was a good idea.
I suggested we go for a cuppa and as he had told me he liked to do this, why not take a steady walk to my place? He thought this was an even better idea.
We thanked the bar staff and off we went, though as soon as we set foot outside, I regretted my suggestion to walk. It was freezing!

Want to know what happened next? Tune in next week to find out.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

Naveen - part 1

Hi folks. Sorry for the delay but here it is, the latest of my confessions.

Naveen had sent me a private chat request and as I had looked at his profile on Gaydar a few days earlier and thought he was pretty cute, I accepted.
He was only 22 which is why I had removed my trace when I originally looked. 22 was just a little too young but I didn't want to appear rude.
Naveen was a student at Leeds University and originated from India.
He thought I looked nice and was attracted to the older man. Being nearly double his age, I definitely fell into that category. He was also looking for a serious relationship as he was fed up with one night stands.
My original thoughts were how can someone so young be looking for a serious relationship. Surely at his age, it's all about having fun? The alarm bell in my head was ringing but I continued to chat.
After an hour or so, he asked if we could meet up. My gut feeling was to say no but he was coming across as a rather nice chap, so I said yes instead.
We arranged to meet at Queens Court a couple of days later.

Two days later, there I was outside Queens Court. We had exchanged numbers so I sent a message to Naveen letting him know I was there. He had never been to QC which is why I was waiting outside.
Seconds later I received a call. It was Naveen asking for directions. It turned out he was actually quite close and within two minutes of receiving the call, we were in Queens Court.

We made our way to the bar and I ordered our drinks. The barman looked at me and then asked if I had id. I looked at him and asked if he was joking?
He wasn't and requested id to prove I was 25. I didn't have anything except credit cards.
"Well how old are you" he asked in a very sarcastic manner to which I replied "I will be 44 in August".
The barman looked at me vacantly and then said "Oh!...I wished I still got asked for id".
He served me my drinks and I walked away with he biggest smile on my face.
Naveen wasn't asked for id which just made me feel even better.

So far the date was going just swell. Tune in next week to find out what happened next.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

My first time on the scene - part 1

Hi folks. Apologies for the lack of a blog last week. Had a few issues to sort out.
This week I thought I'd tell you all about my very first time on the gay scene and just who was responsible for it.

My Dad and his cousin Keith were both celebrating their 60th birthday and a big party had been organised with family and friends attending.
It was being held in a part of Leeds that I had never been to and I didn't really have the money for a taxi, so the plan was that dad would pick me up in his car at 7pm and we'd drive to the venue.
I have to admit I was really looking forward to it as I get on well with Keith and his family. There was also the added bonus that my sister, brother and, of course Dad, would be there.
The time was 7pm and no sign of him. Ten minutes later and still no sign. Maybe the traffic was bad? At 7.30 I tried calling him on is mobile but there was no answer. Then I tried calling my sister. No answer there either. Several unanswered text messages and phone calls later and still Dad was a no show. By this time it was nearly 8pm and I was beginning to get worried. Then I remembered my invite. it had the name of the club where the party was taking place. A quick look in Yellow pages and I was calling the club. Thankfully someone answered. I asked if a 60th birthday party was being held there. It was and they confirmed it was for Dad and Keith.
The call was being taken upstairs in the club so I asked if they could take down my number and ask Keith to call me urgently.
A few minutes later he did. I apologised for not being there but that I was still waiting for Dad to pick me up. To my surprise, he was already there. I asked Keith to put him on the phone. Seconds later I was talking to him and asking him why he hadn't picked me up. He said he thought someone else was going to do it.
"It was all arranged that you were doing it" I said to him. I also went on to say how I thought something terrible had happened. He apologised to me and then again as he told me he couldn't pick me up now, as he had had a couple of drinks.
I was so angry and very very upset. We said our goodbyes and as I hung up, I just stood there in disbelief not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The one thing I did know was that I was dressed to go out and there was no way I was staying in. I caught the bus into town and just walked, not really looking where I was heading.
After a few a few minutes I stopped and looked at my surroundings and there it was, probably the most famous of gay bars in Leeds. I was stood outside Queens Court.
For some time, I had been wrestling with the thought of visiting this hive of gay activity but somehow managed to always put it off. Maybe this was some kind of omen and that Dad not picking me up was someones way of saying I should go to Queens Court instead.
Should I enter or should I turn away? The urge was just too great. I had to go in and it had to be that night.
My stomach started to churn and my legs turned to jelly but never the less, I started to walk up to the entrance. Each step felt like I was carrying heavy weights around my ankles. Just a few more steps and I would be there. The thought entered my head that, even now, I could still turn and walk away. Within seconds of dismissing that thought, I was in.

Tune in next week to see what happened next.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.