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.

Tristram - Part 2

Hello folks, it's that time of the week again.

Now where was I? Oh yes...Tristram and I had hit it off but I wanted to make sure he was genuine by asking him to be on Gaydar the next day at a specific time.
The next day arrived as did the time and to my surprise, he was there. I was absolutely thrilled.
We chatted for ages about everything and nothing. After about an hour, Tristram asked if I had webcam as he thought it would be a good idea to chat on MSN. I did have an account but not webcam. He however had both, so whilst he could not see me, I would be able to see him.
We said our goodbyes on Gaydar and then hello again on MSN two minutes later. I have to say, he looked even more handsome in the flesh and he had obviously taken notice of what I liked as he was wearing clothes from Next.
We continued to chat for at least another hour and it was nice being able to see him smile and laugh every  time I wrote something funny. Eventually it was time to call it a night and we decided we would exchange mobile numbers. I still wasn't ready to meet up with him, at least not yet. He was fine with this.
I logged off from Gaydar and started to watch a bit of television. A few minutes passed and then I received a text. It was from Tristram and it was a rather sweet message. He said he liked me and was looking forward to eventually meeting me. My reply basically said the same and  I said I would catch him on MSN the following night.

The following night arrived and then the next and the one after that and it became more than obvious that we were both into each other. We continued to text and chat and even spoke on the phone. It was going very well and I decided a meet was definitely on the cards.

One night I received a call from my good friend Marc. It was the perfect opportunity to tell him all about Tristram. He was over the moon for me.
I told him that we hadn't met yet and that I wanted to, sooner rather than later. Marc had an idea. He and his then boyfriend had tickets to go see Joan Collins and Two Poofs and a Piano in Bradford and he had two spare. He suggested I had the spare tickets and ask Tristram to join us.
It was a good idea but I wasn't sure he would like to, not only meet me for the first time, but also two of my friends.
I phoned him and asked. To my delight, he said yes to the idea. We were, at last, going to meet up and I was really looking forward to it.
The Joan Collins gig wasn't for another week but all the arrangements had been made. We would meet at the train station, go for a drink and then on to the show.

Find out how it all went and what happened after the show next week.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.