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Well I mentioned I'd been speed dating and that it was a fun night - well last Tuesday I went on my first date from the pool of four interested candidates.
It was with a guy called Keith who works in marketing, but he lives in Leeds (a neck of the UK I am more than familiar with) but works in London - one hell of a commute.
Anyway he was 33 and looked fairly handsome. We met in Balans for dinner to which he was 10 minutes late. I wasn't complaining as I've started back at the gym since my op and in just a week my pecs are pumped. I decided to wear a deep v-neck to show my assets off. This didn't go un-appreciated as a guy two tables away was just staring at me all night and even followed me down to the toilet, but he didn't have the balls to chat to me. His loss!
Anyway conversation was easy with Keith, I asked if he'd had any work done as his forehead didn't move and his lips were extremely full for a white man. He assured me that despite his uncle being a plastic surgeon, he remained untouched - I didn't buy that either. I confessed all my work in progress and he was please by my honesty.
Talking of honesty I found out that despite being 33 and deciding he was gay at the age of 24 he's still not come out to his 40 year brother or 80 year old mum - a bit worrying if you are trying to come across as an honest guy?
After a nice dinner that lasted a good two hours due to chat we went to the Yard for a drink. It was obvious from the body language he was into me so we kissed and it wasn't disappointing.
As I was trying to come across innocent I wasn't putting out on the first date, but Keith did ask me how I felt tonight had went. I told him I wasn't looking for an instant boyfriend but wanted to get to know someone and I felt we got on well and would like to get to know him better. I also stated a second date was a must, he agreed on all points. Another horse to my stable.
He walked me to the tube and we parted ways with a promise to hook up in a weeks time. Being me when I got off the tube I sent him a text thanking him for a good night and reaffirmed my interest and hope for a second date.
I was shocked and insulted the next day when I'd not had a reply. It just shows you some men are full of shit. Still my next speed dating date is lined up for Friday so I can't complain.
I mentioned in a previous post I had a date with an accountant, well it turned out he wasn’t just an accountant but a director of London Pride, and he’s a year younger than me. We met in the afternoon outside the Duke of Wellington, I was on time he was slightly late. When he turned up in his combat shorts and aviators I thought not bad, it was just a shame he spent the first five minutes on his iphone sorting out things for the impending Pride event.
He was easy to chat to and one of the things I liked was he admitted he’d been chubby (no sign of this now) and that his body is a work in progress that requires the gym on a daily basis. Having just had my lipo I confessed that my own body was a work in progress as well.
We really hit it off and the more the double vodkas kept coming the more we found we had in common. The afternoon was topped of by the fact two of the Jonas brother walked by us on their way to the Shaftsbury Theatre as one of them is in Les Mis. Anyway I digress – we went for dinner as it was obvious we were both getting a little tipsy. After dinner we headed to the bar called the Yard where he made the bold more and planted a kiss on me, which was totally welcome. He was a decent kisser, so much so I instantly got a semi.
For then on in we got very rude with gropes, kisses and lots of dirty talking. I could feel myself loosing control so I insisted that this was as far as our first date would go. He looked a bit saddened but agreed, although when he walked me to the tube he tried to encourage me to let him give me a blow job, luckily his advances / pleas were soon disrupted when two police officers cycled by.
Since then we’ve been texting and calling on a daily basis and had a second date where he met me from work and we walked along the South Bank before having a cool drink and a little snog. As it turns out I’ve actually been asked to be on a float during the pride march so we’ve planned to hook up after were he’s promised to get me an Access All Areas pass for the event in Trafalgar Square so we can hang out.
Well I had my surgery and all went well. I'm so glad I did it and its the best £3.5k I've ever spent. Three days after the surgery, even though I'm swollen, bruised and do not have any feeling in the abdomen area I already have a flat stomach as pictured below.
I'll be out of action sex wise as I have to wear a cross between support knickers and a pantie girdle for 24 hours for the next month, then during the day for the month after but i have a flat stomach. It has given me the kick to get back to the gym, plus I'm well on my way yo fulfilling my goal of not having a paunch and having a taut flat stomach by the time I'm 40 (three years away).
I must say that going for the surgery has also been an eye opener in regards to the guys I've been sleeping with. Matta has been so attentive, presents and coming round to check on me. Despite my 16 year old sister popping down from Edinburgh to look after me, Matta came round and stayed Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.
While its nice to be fussed over it did get a bit too much by Tuesday. He's sweet and I've told him I don't want a relationship, but I think he does. Bless him though as he was gagging for it as he'd not had sex since I stayed at his after Lady Gaga, and too be honest I was gagging after three days without cuming so we sneaked up stairs on Tuesday while my sister was chatting to friends on Bebo on the PC downstairs. We had to be quiet but he sucked me off, and bless he told me previous he'd never swallowed and he tried for me. He ultimately gagged and brought it back up but at least he tried. I had no problem sucking him off to climax and swallowing, shame he doesn't have a bigger cock.
Chopper has called a few times to check on me - He's older than me but there is something sexy about him so we'll see where that goes. Jim-bow has called twice and said he's busy until next week. I think I'm gonna let him go, despite the good sex, decent dick, he's cheap. He's still not paid for the Gaga ticket and I paid for dinner the last time. I think one more dinner date paid for by him then he'll be eating curb.
I've also been speaking to a cute accountant - i know it sounds boring but he seems cool. We have a date next Tuesday so watch this space for more updates.
Well I’m taking this slightly further this time, lets face it, it was my longest relationship that I’ve recently broken up from, I need to do something drastic. I’m having some cosmetic surgery.
I’m two years away from being 40 and despite leading a fairly healthy life style I have very small love handles and a tiny paunch. I’m not fat or obese, in fact since I’ve been single I’ve actually lost a stone. I still want a flat stomach before I’m 40, plus I have a little sun damage on my forehead. So I’ve bought and paid for liposuction on my love handles and upper and lower stomach to achieve that flat stomach I long for. I go under the knife tomorrow.
I am also having a non surgical treatment on my face which compiles of using an acid product twice a day on my face to peel skin, then every six weeks go for a derma-roller procedure. Derma-roller is a small wheel with 192 pin on it which prick the skin and stimulate it to produce collagen and breaking down pigmentation. I need three derma-roller procedures six weeks apart and I’ve already had my first one. I also had my lips plumped – which I’m very please with.
I guess I should be heeled and ready by the end of August – who knows with the new confidence that this will bring I’ll be dancing topless in some club and getting with even hotter guys. I love being single.
