Friday, June 13, 2014
After my first date I decided to keep looking, as one does.
I haven't spoken to the dude since and most likely won't again, at least not intentionally. I do have him on facebook so if I ever run into him on the street I'd obviously say hello and even have a drink with him, but I don't see any effort from either party involved.
He wasn't really my type, and my grindr is dead now (seems very few guys here use it, and I've already spoken to them all and labeled them "boring/not-attractive") so I signed up for a "dating website" which is relatively popular in this corner of Europe with dudes looking for other dudes.
My profile was pretty basic, just 3 or 4 sentences stating preferences and my newness to the town, and 2 headless torso shots.
It attracted the very sort of dudes one would expect. One guy even sent me a picture of his arse along with his face, and he told me he was looking for a boyfriend.
Dude, has that approach ever worked?
Once I had gotten tired of sorting through that sort of stupidity, I decided to write an essay in my profile description area. Reading over it once I'd finished, it sounded super harsh and douchey, but I was hoping it would repel the riff-raff I wasn't interested in, and perhaps quality dudes would find it interesting or would be able to see beyond it…or something along those lines.
It sort of worked.
Friday, June 6, 2014
I had my first date a few days ago. It was a first in two senses; first, it was a first as in it was the first date I have had since I moved here. Secondly, it was a first in the sense that it was the first actual date that I've had with a dude -ever.
I've done a lot of things with dudes. Hell, I've even been in a foursome at one point. But an actual date?
Every single time I have met with a dude, it was explicitly for sex. But this time was different. I met with the dude, just to actually meet him. I didn't have any other motives. There was no plan beyond simply meeting him for a drink.
This is how it all went down…
I am a 22 yr old dude who likes other dudes.
I used to live in Australia but moved here a few days ago. I cannot say exactly where 'here' is, but I will say this: it is one of the major cities of the former Yugoslavia. (i.e. it's in Europe for you bros who are geographically ignorant.)
I moved because I needed a massive change in my life. I was very bored back in Australia, the kangaroos were getting on my fucking nerves, and I wanted to taste what life in Europe could be like, so I came back to the city of my birth. I always considered my home back in Australia as a sort of nest; I grew up there and all, and it was then time to leave that nest; to fly away into the big, bad, wide world. So I did, and now here I am.
I have only been here for a few days so far, so I am still familiarizing myself with everything; with the city and the people, sights and sounds, and the unbelievable attractiveness of all the dudes. I've been here before, multiple times, but for the first time it feels as if I have taken a step directly from where I last stopped when I was here back in 2012.
As I said, I like dudes. And I am living in a place that can be considered anti-dudes-who-like-dudes.
So that is what my blog is going to centre around. Me liking dudes, in a new city which is also anti-gay, and building a new life.
I'm considering this blog a sort of journal, and it will keep track of my thoughts, doings and experiences as they relate to the whole liking dudes thing in my now new home.
Stick around y'all.
End of Preface.