Now, though I have been figuring out how relationships work for quite some time, and though I often go to gay bars. That is, until last Thursday. Anyway, this Nuwayan woman I mention her nationality because she made sure to point it out stood between myself and this other guy, engaging us both in conversation.
He and I spoke with her for a while, sharing knowing glances as we did so. She left and in her wake left social eddies that allowed us to easily break the ice. I guessed him to be no more than a few years older than me. Nice looking, nice accent, warm smile.
I deftly got his phone number and sent him a text message. Maybe we could meet up for dinner sometime, or maybe a coffee or maybe just chat on MSNβ¦ or maybeβ¦. I agreed enthusiastically. Suddenly his eyes glazed over with that familiar expression and he kissed me, his hand slipping intimately up my thigh. Now, I was more than a little surprised. To me this qualified as rather forward and I said so.
I kissed him back and patted him awkwardly on the knee. I hoped that was just about the right amount of a response to show I was interested. He disappeared for a cigarette oh yuck and we continued the conversation.
He went for a cigarette about three times. Every time he kissed me beforehand and every time I kind of wondered whether it would be rude of me to scarper. I decided it would be rude, and possibly quite boring. As the evening drew on, I started wondering what the etiquette was. Should I assume now that he expected some kind of sex? Should I accept or decline? Should I be the one to offer?
