Sorry it's been so long between posts...Paris was so busy that I didn't have a chance to get to an internet cafe to update. And now, it's Wednesday and I've only got one more day left here in London before I leave the fair shores of Ol' Blighty and wing my way homeward!
Paris was splendid! Unfortunately, apart from the day I arrived (Wed) and the day I left (Sun), it was overcast and on Saturday, rainy. But that didn't stop me anyway. On Wednesday night, I was in a mood...in fact, I think I sent nearly everyone on my phone a text message which said "It's Halloween and here in Paris, Monty is on the prowl"...! And I was! Had dinner and then hit the bars of Le Marais - I was determined to pick me up a Frenchman! One disappointment...Frenchman don't seem as tall as Englishmen! There's not that many taller than I, and I'm not exactly a giant! And I LOVE a tall man! I do have to say, my Anglophilia is still as strong as ever, despite the good looking French guys I saw! There are a few friends of mine who are total Francophiles, but there's no doubting it now, Englishmen are my thing! Anywho...
Got to all the usual tourist spots of course, but also did Rodin's Museum which was fantastic! And reasonably quiet too which was a stark contrast to every other place we went! I must say that Versailles was a little bit disappointing...most of the outside was covered in scaffolding so it lost its grandeur from that perspective. And it was jam packed with tourists! I've not been more squashed in, which made me just a touch claustrophobic! But the Hall of Mirrors was everything I expected! Just amazing! When you look at the complex in its entirity, it blows me away that this was a palace for one man and his family!!!!! The extravagance of it is mind blowing!
But of course, the highlight of the trip was spending more quality time with my lovely (and now 40 yr old) friend EIB. We would go out for dinner and sit in the cafe, eating, drinking and watching the eye candy walk by (or in some cases, strut by)...and of course, chatting! I can't quite believe that we've only known each other for just over a year now - it seems like we've gone through a lot together...well, we've certainly talked enough for a lifetime of friendship! My flight back to London was at 2pm Sunday and so I left him at the Metro station at around noon. Sitting on the train to the airport, a feeling of sadness just washed over me! I don't know when I will see him again. I would love to come back to Europe next year, but I really should be a bit more fiscally responsible and save my $$$. I've had two long overseas holidays in consecutive years and so should be a bit more low key next year...but when close friends like EIB are over here, and I'm in Australia, the longing to travel is very intense! I must say, we have been much more relaxed with each other this time which has been lovely,..no doubt due to the fact that last year, we had only just met and I was obviously infactuated with him. And now that he's gone and got himself a boyfriend, he does seem more at ease as well. I look forward to many more long conversations with him on a Sunday night...he's very good at bringing a dose of reality to me, providing a more objective perspective of whatever is happening in my life which is good! Despite his recent fall from grace (which I blogged about a couple of months ago), he does still provide me with a high moral ground and a good laugh too! Love him to bits! Thanks EIB...these two mini holidays we've had have been the highlight of this holiday!!!
But another highlight of Paris was catching up with Oscar, the Frenchman that I met in Berlin last year! He's about to celebrate his first anniversary with his boyfriend which is very exciting - they got together shortly after he returned from his Berlin holiday! So it was lovely to see him again, see what's happened over the past 12 months in our respective lives.
But now I've got to finish off all my postcards and post them...of course, I'll turn up in Australia before they do but still, I am determined to send them! Other than that, there's not much else I've got to do here in London. I've said my goodbyes to all my friends (new and old), and have seen just about everything in London that I've ever wanted to see. I am now feeling very comfortable about getting around London on the tubes and buses, and am now getting a bit of a sense of direction now which is great! I love London and could so easily live here...the only thing that would worry me is missing the sun! And that's one thing I am hanging out for when I get back...to feel the warm warm warm sun on my skin! Lying on the beach! Going down to the park with my paper and reading in the sun! Wearing shorts and t-shirts!
Anyway, this post has gone waaaayyy too long so I shall sign off and get busy with the postcards! :-)
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
It's good weekend number 6...
In one of my earlier blogs, Campbell left a message saying something to the effect of 'I hope your good weekends exceed the number of wives of Henry VIII' - well, it's now good weekend number 6 (in a row) so I've now equalled Henry's spouses! Thankfully, my weekends haven't turned out as tragically as many of his wives did! In fact, they've all been pretty damn sensational!
Friday 27 July 2007 was a significant day for me as I acheived a significant milestone with my employer and so to celebrate, the Bank threw a cocktail party for me and 30 or so of my nearest and dearest work colleagues in our reception rooms! It was a great night, the alcohol flowed very freely (as it generally does when one's employer is footing the bill), the canapes were delicious and represented most types of dead animal (sorry to all the vego's out there) - pheasant, quail, venison, veal, chicken, prawns, you get my drift. Yummmmo! There was a couple of (thankfully) brief speeches and a presentation to me of some lovely flowers and my present - a new DSLR camera which we had gone shopping for that afternoon. The Bank coughed up $1,000 for whatever I wanted and as the camera cost nearly double that, I coughed up with the rest. So I'm thoroughly chuffed that I've now got a fabulous camera to take overseas with me.
Needless to say, all the stuff stayed at work while we partied on...we went to the Argyle in the Rocks and I must say, it's a great bar! Haven't been there before and I was impressed. Lots of hot guys there too...unfortunately, they were with their girlfriends! Bugger! Anyway, the party kinda broke up around 11.30pm or so - most had significant others to go home to - and I was a bit at a loose end. I was tempted to go home, as I was very tired but one of my friends had texted me earlier in the evening remarking on the number of hot guys he saw at the Flinders. This had got me thinking about heading OUT on the scene rather than going home. And so, as the party was winding up I thought 'Fuck it, I'm going to do it'! I wasn't particularly drunk, I had been drinking fairly steadily over the course of the evening, enough just to keep the buzz happening, and I was over the fear that I have of going alone to a gay bar. If any have read my first ever post on this blog when I went into a gay bar in Berlin, you'll understand what I mean. For crying out loud, I'm 36 years old, surely I can walk into a bar, get a drink and see what happens. And so, I did. I went to the Stonewall, as I've been there twice before and felt reasonably comfortable there. Walked in, got my beer, and stood back and watched. Within a couple of minutes, a young'ish guy (late 20's I suppose) approached me and started chatting, and then suggested going back to his place. He was lovely, but I declined. He wandered off and then a couple, probably late 30's both of them, good looking, came up to me and started chatting. It came out that they also live on the North Shore and we had a lovely chat. They left, and another guy who looked around my age, nicely trimmed beard, started chatting to me. I was blown away by this stage that I had not had to stand there by myself for more than a couple of minutes at any given time. And this was all over the course of me drinking one beer! So, it was a great confidence booster for me - I was pretty damn chuffed with myself just for having done it, having gone to a gay bar in Sydney alone without the support of friends - and here I actually seemed to be reasonably successful in attracting guys without having to really do anything but stand there! So I had a great night!
Last night, I went on date number 2 with C3. We met at Bar 333 on George St and he'd purchased a bottle of champers for us to drink, which of course we did. I had booked tickets to see the Australian Brandenburg Orchestra as they had performing with them a sensational countertenor, Frenchman Philippe Jaroussky. I had heard him on ABC ClassicFM the previous week and they had mentioned that he was performing in Sydney for this week only. On our first date last Saturday, C3 mentioned his love of opera and so I thought this would be the perfect way to spend out second date. It was. Philippe has the voice of an angel, gives you goosebumps, and the Baroque period of music has always been my favourite so it was just AWESOME! C3 loved it too and so the night was off to a great start!
Afterwards, we needed some dinner and so I suggested coming home and ordering some home delivery - my mind was more on snuggling with this hot guy than sitting in some restaurant making conversation. He readily accepted my offer and so we did. I just find it so much more relaxing snuggling on the couch and talking; I think I'm much more open and willing to discuss more personal subjects. We ordered Thai from my favourite restaurant and it was delivered pronto and was delicious! Opened a bottle of Chardy from Silo's, a great vineyard just south of Berry, and the rest of the evening just flew by. C3 is a great snuggler, both on the couch and in bed and I must say, I'm a HUGE fan of snuggling. HUGE!
We had brunch at about 12:30 today and I took him home. Who knows how this will progress - I certainly like him, he definitely likes me, the conversation flows easily and naturally, he's emotionally generous. I think we're both in the same space in terms of expectations - we're both happy to let things happen without projecting forward too much. Whatever the case, it was a wonderful evening spent in the company of a great guy - one of the best dates I've had.
And now, I'm about to get ready and wander in to meet my fellow Sydney bloggers at the Tilbury, so it should be a good evening.
Hope you've all had great weekends too!
Friday 27 July 2007 was a significant day for me as I acheived a significant milestone with my employer and so to celebrate, the Bank threw a cocktail party for me and 30 or so of my nearest and dearest work colleagues in our reception rooms! It was a great night, the alcohol flowed very freely (as it generally does when one's employer is footing the bill), the canapes were delicious and represented most types of dead animal (sorry to all the vego's out there) - pheasant, quail, venison, veal, chicken, prawns, you get my drift. Yummmmo! There was a couple of (thankfully) brief speeches and a presentation to me of some lovely flowers and my present - a new DSLR camera which we had gone shopping for that afternoon. The Bank coughed up $1,000 for whatever I wanted and as the camera cost nearly double that, I coughed up with the rest. So I'm thoroughly chuffed that I've now got a fabulous camera to take overseas with me.
Needless to say, all the stuff stayed at work while we partied on...we went to the Argyle in the Rocks and I must say, it's a great bar! Haven't been there before and I was impressed. Lots of hot guys there too...unfortunately, they were with their girlfriends! Bugger! Anyway, the party kinda broke up around 11.30pm or so - most had significant others to go home to - and I was a bit at a loose end. I was tempted to go home, as I was very tired but one of my friends had texted me earlier in the evening remarking on the number of hot guys he saw at the Flinders. This had got me thinking about heading OUT on the scene rather than going home. And so, as the party was winding up I thought 'Fuck it, I'm going to do it'! I wasn't particularly drunk, I had been drinking fairly steadily over the course of the evening, enough just to keep the buzz happening, and I was over the fear that I have of going alone to a gay bar. If any have read my first ever post on this blog when I went into a gay bar in Berlin, you'll understand what I mean. For crying out loud, I'm 36 years old, surely I can walk into a bar, get a drink and see what happens. And so, I did. I went to the Stonewall, as I've been there twice before and felt reasonably comfortable there. Walked in, got my beer, and stood back and watched. Within a couple of minutes, a young'ish guy (late 20's I suppose) approached me and started chatting, and then suggested going back to his place. He was lovely, but I declined. He wandered off and then a couple, probably late 30's both of them, good looking, came up to me and started chatting. It came out that they also live on the North Shore and we had a lovely chat. They left, and another guy who looked around my age, nicely trimmed beard, started chatting to me. I was blown away by this stage that I had not had to stand there by myself for more than a couple of minutes at any given time. And this was all over the course of me drinking one beer! So, it was a great confidence booster for me - I was pretty damn chuffed with myself just for having done it, having gone to a gay bar in Sydney alone without the support of friends - and here I actually seemed to be reasonably successful in attracting guys without having to really do anything but stand there! So I had a great night!
Last night, I went on date number 2 with C3. We met at Bar 333 on George St and he'd purchased a bottle of champers for us to drink, which of course we did. I had booked tickets to see the Australian Brandenburg Orchestra as they had performing with them a sensational countertenor, Frenchman Philippe Jaroussky. I had heard him on ABC ClassicFM the previous week and they had mentioned that he was performing in Sydney for this week only. On our first date last Saturday, C3 mentioned his love of opera and so I thought this would be the perfect way to spend out second date. It was. Philippe has the voice of an angel, gives you goosebumps, and the Baroque period of music has always been my favourite so it was just AWESOME! C3 loved it too and so the night was off to a great start!
Afterwards, we needed some dinner and so I suggested coming home and ordering some home delivery - my mind was more on snuggling with this hot guy than sitting in some restaurant making conversation. He readily accepted my offer and so we did. I just find it so much more relaxing snuggling on the couch and talking; I think I'm much more open and willing to discuss more personal subjects. We ordered Thai from my favourite restaurant and it was delivered pronto and was delicious! Opened a bottle of Chardy from Silo's, a great vineyard just south of Berry, and the rest of the evening just flew by. C3 is a great snuggler, both on the couch and in bed and I must say, I'm a HUGE fan of snuggling. HUGE!
We had brunch at about 12:30 today and I took him home. Who knows how this will progress - I certainly like him, he definitely likes me, the conversation flows easily and naturally, he's emotionally generous. I think we're both in the same space in terms of expectations - we're both happy to let things happen without projecting forward too much. Whatever the case, it was a wonderful evening spent in the company of a great guy - one of the best dates I've had.
And now, I'm about to get ready and wander in to meet my fellow Sydney bloggers at the Tilbury, so it should be a good evening.
Hope you've all had great weekends too!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
It's a dating epidemic...
It's rather interesting to see that a few guys that I'm associated with have recently started getting into the dating thing. Whether they be fellow bloggers, readers of my blog or simply just friends of mine, it seems that while Monty is endeavouring to slow down the dating merry-go-round, everyone else is ramping it up! And it's got me wondering what's been the cause?
Is it, as I read a few weeks ago, simply that the change in season has got every single male seeking a warm body for those long, cold winter's nights? OR is it just because everyone's seen the one-man-dating-disaster-scene that your correspondent is and thought, 'it can't get any worse for me'? OR possibly I have inspired everyone with the joys of doing multiple dates each week, and now they just want to get some man-action themselves?
Who knows...but it's just blown me away to see the dating activity in recent times.
On another note, I received an email yesterday from my friend Oscar, the Frenchman I met in Berlin last year. I was excited to see that he's still with his boyfriend and they are about to celebrate their 6 month anniversary! Congrats boys!
Is it, as I read a few weeks ago, simply that the change in season has got every single male seeking a warm body for those long, cold winter's nights? OR is it just because everyone's seen the one-man-dating-disaster-scene that your correspondent is and thought, 'it can't get any worse for me'? OR possibly I have inspired everyone with the joys of doing multiple dates each week, and now they just want to get some man-action themselves?
Who knows...but it's just blown me away to see the dating activity in recent times.
On another note, I received an email yesterday from my friend Oscar, the Frenchman I met in Berlin last year. I was excited to see that he's still with his boyfriend and they are about to celebrate their 6 month anniversary! Congrats boys!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Queer Eye On a Straight Guy...
This blog was started a couple of weeks ago, but was never completed. Recent developments have made it current...
What a weekend! Where does one start? At work...the company I work for is a large Australian Bank with a large number of staff working in any number of departments/divisions. Where I work, we share the floor with staff from our Funds Management subsidary. My team has only recently moved to this floor, and so we don't know the FM team at all. They sit on the other side of the building, doing whatever it is they do (manage funds I suppose). A couple of them have been friendly though, saying hello if we cross each other in the corridor/lift well etc. One of them particularly has been friendly to me, we have had brief chats over the past couple of weeks. That is until last week...
Last week, the two of us happened to both take a rather late lunch, with the consequence that we had the lunch room to ourselves. I had just had a case of wine delivered to my desk that day and FM commented on it. It turns out he's a bit of a wine buff, a collector and appreciator! I happen to be a wine drinker! So we actually got into quite an animated conversation about it. At the end of lunch, he said he must get me over to his place to check out his collection. HELLO! What's he really saying??? I casually said that'd be great, and left it at that. I knew he had been married and was now divorced, but up until now had only admired from afar...after all, he's straight, right?
I had Friday off this week and had a very enjoyable lunch date with a guy I had been chatting to. I got home around 3pm and recieve an SMS...it's FM inviting me over to his place after work that day for a glass of red!!! Well, not being one to say no to a free drink, I accepted.
I got there, he welcomed me, opened a bottle of a lovely Cab Sav and we sat down on his balcony, enjoying the view and chatting. Well, a few glasses down the hatch and he's bringing another bottle out from the cupboard. I compliment him on something (what it was, I cannot recall) and he thanks me for being so sweet and then bends down and kisses me. Softly. I'm surprised, but not averse to the direction this is taking!
But then he sits down and pours the wine and we continue chatting! My head was spinning...and it wasn't just the wine! Is he...? Does he want to...? Should I...?
In the end, it's much simpler. We are standing in front of a painting on his wall, and I'm mid-sentence when he just kisses me again. This time, it starts off soft and then keeps going! There's not going to be conversation continuing with this kiss!
And so, we shag! Oh my goodness, do we shag!!! The man is a genius and incredibly sexy and very good at what he does! I've thought he was hot since I first saw him, but never in a million years had I ever expected that I would be getting naked with him and having the shag of my life! Granted, my experience is somewhat limited, but still, FM is very very good! I've only, up until this stage, shagged guys younger than me, but after shagging FM, I'm a fan of the "older" man (he's 40).
The Funds Management section had an "off site" the following week at a city hotel and all the Execs (FM included) were put up at the hotel as they had a fairly heavy workload. This seemed to rule out any shagging over the duration of the "off site" (well, so I thought) but he had different ideas! Rang me on the first night about 10.30pm, invited me to his room. Completely hooked, I quickly dressed and drove in. Snuck in, feeling quite like a rent boy (without the rent) and totally loving it!!! Clandestine sex is very fun!
The "off site" was going to get more intense as the week progressed and he told me that it would be unlikely we'd get a chance to see each other for the rest of the week. Damn!
SMS'd him on the second last day, just to say hello. A quick flurry of text messages followed, with the end result that, at 1.30pm that day, I took off for lunch and practically ran to his hotel, met him in his room and we frantically shagged! Hot stuff! Well, it felt like it for me, who's never even thought of anything like this before! Lunch time shags, I must say, have got a lot going for them! Particularly when it's with a very hot guy who is, to the outside world, STRAIGHT!
The "off site" finished on the Friday and Friday night I was on his door step knocking! WE spent the night together and then after an early morning shag, he told me that, lovely as it was, he couldn't keep doing this. He still felt straight and did not think would be capable of a relationship with a guy. I was expecting this, didn't think my one success converting (or at least helping convert) the bi-sexual Frenchman in Berlin would necessarily rub off onto every other not-quite-straight man I met. It was a great week and we parted as friends. I put him out of my mind, and only saw him in the distance accross the floor at work.
Saw him the other day though, he was talking with my Executive Manager. I needed to see my EM quite urgently, so politely interrupted and said what I had to say. My EM then introduced me to FM, in the spirit of trying to promote a friendlier office, so I shook his hand and that was it. Received a text a couple of minutes later..."So nice to meet you. I wanted to more than shake your hand...I am bad!"
Oh my goodness!!! What is he saying??? I texted back..."You are bad...but I was thinking the same thoughts." I had been quite sucessful at putting him out of my mind, but seeing him again, and more specifically, shaking his hand and speaking (albeit briefly), had brought it all back. Another flurry of sms's followed and we are now meeting up tomorrow night after work. This week has been insane, I have hardly been able to concentrate at work - this guy is intoxicating in his sexiness and invades my thoughts all the time! But, I know that it's purely a physical thing for him, there's not going to be a future in this. But I still can't help wanting him! And saying yes to him!
What a weekend! Where does one start? At work...the company I work for is a large Australian Bank with a large number of staff working in any number of departments/divisions. Where I work, we share the floor with staff from our Funds Management subsidary. My team has only recently moved to this floor, and so we don't know the FM team at all. They sit on the other side of the building, doing whatever it is they do (manage funds I suppose). A couple of them have been friendly though, saying hello if we cross each other in the corridor/lift well etc. One of them particularly has been friendly to me, we have had brief chats over the past couple of weeks. That is until last week...
Last week, the two of us happened to both take a rather late lunch, with the consequence that we had the lunch room to ourselves. I had just had a case of wine delivered to my desk that day and FM commented on it. It turns out he's a bit of a wine buff, a collector and appreciator! I happen to be a wine drinker! So we actually got into quite an animated conversation about it. At the end of lunch, he said he must get me over to his place to check out his collection. HELLO! What's he really saying??? I casually said that'd be great, and left it at that. I knew he had been married and was now divorced, but up until now had only admired from afar...after all, he's straight, right?
I had Friday off this week and had a very enjoyable lunch date with a guy I had been chatting to. I got home around 3pm and recieve an SMS...it's FM inviting me over to his place after work that day for a glass of red!!! Well, not being one to say no to a free drink, I accepted.
I got there, he welcomed me, opened a bottle of a lovely Cab Sav and we sat down on his balcony, enjoying the view and chatting. Well, a few glasses down the hatch and he's bringing another bottle out from the cupboard. I compliment him on something (what it was, I cannot recall) and he thanks me for being so sweet and then bends down and kisses me. Softly. I'm surprised, but not averse to the direction this is taking!
But then he sits down and pours the wine and we continue chatting! My head was spinning...and it wasn't just the wine! Is he...? Does he want to...? Should I...?
In the end, it's much simpler. We are standing in front of a painting on his wall, and I'm mid-sentence when he just kisses me again. This time, it starts off soft and then keeps going! There's not going to be conversation continuing with this kiss!
And so, we shag! Oh my goodness, do we shag!!! The man is a genius and incredibly sexy and very good at what he does! I've thought he was hot since I first saw him, but never in a million years had I ever expected that I would be getting naked with him and having the shag of my life! Granted, my experience is somewhat limited, but still, FM is very very good! I've only, up until this stage, shagged guys younger than me, but after shagging FM, I'm a fan of the "older" man (he's 40).
The Funds Management section had an "off site" the following week at a city hotel and all the Execs (FM included) were put up at the hotel as they had a fairly heavy workload. This seemed to rule out any shagging over the duration of the "off site" (well, so I thought) but he had different ideas! Rang me on the first night about 10.30pm, invited me to his room. Completely hooked, I quickly dressed and drove in. Snuck in, feeling quite like a rent boy (without the rent) and totally loving it!!! Clandestine sex is very fun!
The "off site" was going to get more intense as the week progressed and he told me that it would be unlikely we'd get a chance to see each other for the rest of the week. Damn!
SMS'd him on the second last day, just to say hello. A quick flurry of text messages followed, with the end result that, at 1.30pm that day, I took off for lunch and practically ran to his hotel, met him in his room and we frantically shagged! Hot stuff! Well, it felt like it for me, who's never even thought of anything like this before! Lunch time shags, I must say, have got a lot going for them! Particularly when it's with a very hot guy who is, to the outside world, STRAIGHT!
The "off site" finished on the Friday and Friday night I was on his door step knocking! WE spent the night together and then after an early morning shag, he told me that, lovely as it was, he couldn't keep doing this. He still felt straight and did not think would be capable of a relationship with a guy. I was expecting this, didn't think my one success converting (or at least helping convert) the bi-sexual Frenchman in Berlin would necessarily rub off onto every other not-quite-straight man I met. It was a great week and we parted as friends. I put him out of my mind, and only saw him in the distance accross the floor at work.
Saw him the other day though, he was talking with my Executive Manager. I needed to see my EM quite urgently, so politely interrupted and said what I had to say. My EM then introduced me to FM, in the spirit of trying to promote a friendlier office, so I shook his hand and that was it. Received a text a couple of minutes later..."So nice to meet you. I wanted to more than shake your hand...I am bad!"
Oh my goodness!!! What is he saying??? I texted back..."You are bad...but I was thinking the same thoughts." I had been quite sucessful at putting him out of my mind, but seeing him again, and more specifically, shaking his hand and speaking (albeit briefly), had brought it all back. Another flurry of sms's followed and we are now meeting up tomorrow night after work. This week has been insane, I have hardly been able to concentrate at work - this guy is intoxicating in his sexiness and invades my thoughts all the time! But, I know that it's purely a physical thing for him, there's not going to be a future in this. But I still can't help wanting him! And saying yes to him!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
A push in the right direction...
I just received an email from Oscar, my Frenchman in Berlin. When we had our brief holiday romance in October, Oscar was bi-sexual. He was on a short holiday in Berlin and was looking for some fun with some guys, but was still quite ambivalent about his preferences. He was very open about that with me, and I was fine with that. After all, it was just a holiday romance - I wasn't going to spend my life with him and if he slept with girls too, well, that's his choice and his life! Oscar had only ever had one night stands with guys and so the 3 days and nights we spent together was the longest "relationship" he had experienced with a guy. Ditto for me come to think of it.
But Oscar's email was a bit of a catch up, as we haven't chatted for probably a month. It turns out that he has just celebrated his 2 month anniversary with his boyfriend Francis! This is quite an accomplishment for him (and really, from what I've seen and heard, for any gay guy), given that he's only ever had relationships with women!
So I was excited for him - it seems that Francis is head over heels for him; not surprising really because Oscar is a lovely guy! He seems to be adjusting well for someone who has never considered a gay relationship before. But, there's always issues and for Oscar, it's a matter of disclosure. He hasn't told anyone, not only about his relationship with Francis, but also about being bi-sexual. We've had conversations about this previously, and I can fully understand where he is coming from! It took me years to get to that point and I knew I was gay; I get the feeling that Oscar is still not sure if he is gay or bi. But he does seem to be happy with this relationship which is great. So bravo to him for at least following his heart and trying.
I kind of feel a little responsible for this - as I said, he hadn't experienced any kind of relationship with a guy until me...and now, he's been with a guy for 2 months! So I am a bit chuffed, as I've helped turn him...at least for the moment! ha ha!
But Oscar's email was a bit of a catch up, as we haven't chatted for probably a month. It turns out that he has just celebrated his 2 month anniversary with his boyfriend Francis! This is quite an accomplishment for him (and really, from what I've seen and heard, for any gay guy), given that he's only ever had relationships with women!
So I was excited for him - it seems that Francis is head over heels for him; not surprising really because Oscar is a lovely guy! He seems to be adjusting well for someone who has never considered a gay relationship before. But, there's always issues and for Oscar, it's a matter of disclosure. He hasn't told anyone, not only about his relationship with Francis, but also about being bi-sexual. We've had conversations about this previously, and I can fully understand where he is coming from! It took me years to get to that point and I knew I was gay; I get the feeling that Oscar is still not sure if he is gay or bi. But he does seem to be happy with this relationship which is great. So bravo to him for at least following his heart and trying.
I kind of feel a little responsible for this - as I said, he hadn't experienced any kind of relationship with a guy until me...and now, he's been with a guy for 2 months! So I am a bit chuffed, as I've helped turn him...at least for the moment! ha ha!
Friday, November 03, 2006
It's the last day of my holiday...
Well, it's finally arrived, the last day! Never expected it to come so quickly...but it has. This holiday has been completely different from what I expected...Big Time! But I have learned a lot about myself, I feel I have found a real and genuine friend in DG, and I have also had a great time.
Now back to Sydney, back to real life and making a start on a relationship!
I remember reading about how in the "old days", people used to write letters (really, that's what they did...can you believe it???) to each other. And many relationships began, or were maintained in that way. Could the same be said today with emails, MSN chat, sms texting etc. Well, perhaps not texting...you can't say enough usually with sms. But with emails and MSN chatting, could that be the same thing as letters of yesteryear?
I say this because I have been having an intense electronic relationship (I suppose you'd call it a relationship...not sure what else to call it) with a guy in Sydney. We have not met, in fact, his first message to me via Gaydar was on the last night I was in Sydney. But since that time, it's been pretty extensive. At first, I enjoyed the messages and emails and continued to reply. But it has gradually got more and more intense, as we discover mutual likes and dislikes and just simply more about each other. Particularly in the last week or two has it been getting that way. It's a very strange thing, becuase I have been having these relatively short term relationships in Germany and Czech, along with this developing electronic relationship at the same time. And as mentioned, there's the unrequitted thing with Carl in Budapest to add to the mix! I've certainly got around!
Now, as I mentioned in my last entry, time in Mykonos to think has allowed me to sort many things out. I've had a couple of long chats to Oscar (in Paris) and we've agreed that what we had was great, but it was a "holiday romance" type thing, and we will be friends and keep in contact. I am very happy about that, because he is a great guy! He's even talking about coming to Australia for a visit which would be fantastic!
Mike, he's been on holidays and travelling back to the US and so we haven't had much chance to chat...I just received an email tonight and he's back home, jetlagged. Again, I hope to talk to him soon and sort things out as per Oscar. I would love to remain friends with him ongoing.
And as for Carl...we have had some serious and lengthy (and quite expensive) discussions and again, sorted it all out. He is going to be another great friend of mine, someone with a very level head and a very caring nature.
And as for my electronic correspondent...well, we are going to meet up and see what happens. I am hoping the sparks will fly and we will be able to start dating. Who knows with this type of thing...sometimes the person on the page may not turn out to be exactly the person in the flesh...I don't know - it's a first for me. But from the long conversations we have had...I am feeling optomistic. I am trying to be realistic about it as well and not get my hopes too high! We'll see!
But, I have come out of this holiday with some fantastic new friends, loads more confidence in myself, and the ability to pick up guys in bars! ha ha! Hopefully, that skill will not be required going forward!
So I shall sign off now and next entry will be in Sydney...next challenge for Monty...coming out to my parents! The BIG one!
Now back to Sydney, back to real life and making a start on a relationship!
I remember reading about how in the "old days", people used to write letters (really, that's what they did...can you believe it???) to each other. And many relationships began, or were maintained in that way. Could the same be said today with emails, MSN chat, sms texting etc. Well, perhaps not texting...you can't say enough usually with sms. But with emails and MSN chatting, could that be the same thing as letters of yesteryear?
I say this because I have been having an intense electronic relationship (I suppose you'd call it a relationship...not sure what else to call it) with a guy in Sydney. We have not met, in fact, his first message to me via Gaydar was on the last night I was in Sydney. But since that time, it's been pretty extensive. At first, I enjoyed the messages and emails and continued to reply. But it has gradually got more and more intense, as we discover mutual likes and dislikes and just simply more about each other. Particularly in the last week or two has it been getting that way. It's a very strange thing, becuase I have been having these relatively short term relationships in Germany and Czech, along with this developing electronic relationship at the same time. And as mentioned, there's the unrequitted thing with Carl in Budapest to add to the mix! I've certainly got around!
Now, as I mentioned in my last entry, time in Mykonos to think has allowed me to sort many things out. I've had a couple of long chats to Oscar (in Paris) and we've agreed that what we had was great, but it was a "holiday romance" type thing, and we will be friends and keep in contact. I am very happy about that, because he is a great guy! He's even talking about coming to Australia for a visit which would be fantastic!
Mike, he's been on holidays and travelling back to the US and so we haven't had much chance to chat...I just received an email tonight and he's back home, jetlagged. Again, I hope to talk to him soon and sort things out as per Oscar. I would love to remain friends with him ongoing.
And as for Carl...we have had some serious and lengthy (and quite expensive) discussions and again, sorted it all out. He is going to be another great friend of mine, someone with a very level head and a very caring nature.
And as for my electronic correspondent...well, we are going to meet up and see what happens. I am hoping the sparks will fly and we will be able to start dating. Who knows with this type of thing...sometimes the person on the page may not turn out to be exactly the person in the flesh...I don't know - it's a first for me. But from the long conversations we have had...I am feeling optomistic. I am trying to be realistic about it as well and not get my hopes too high! We'll see!
But, I have come out of this holiday with some fantastic new friends, loads more confidence in myself, and the ability to pick up guys in bars! ha ha! Hopefully, that skill will not be required going forward!
So I shall sign off now and next entry will be in Sydney...next challenge for Monty...coming out to my parents! The BIG one!
Monday, October 23, 2006
My First Post...Why Am I Doing This?
Well, I suppose it was inevitable that I start up my own blog...can't keep harassing Dating Guy with my interminable rantings - despite his protestations, I am sure that even he has limits to his patience and understanding.
If any of you have read his blog, you'll already know something about me...if not, check it out on Dating Guy's very readable blog. Yes, that's me, Monty shagging his way through Eastern Europe! Where do I start?
I'm not going to go way back for the time being...let's just start a bit more recently...late July 2006 when I finally decided it was time to start coming out as a gay man. I have known that I was gay for several years...I had always had an attraction to other guys but always supressed it and lived a very straight life. My older brother, Mark, on the other hand, knew he was gay and so from age 21, lived his life as a gay man. (Before you get too worried, my oldest brother, Steve, is straight, with 3 children, so my parents have their grandkids!) I obviously had a fair bit of contact with Mark, living in Sydney too (Steve and my parents live in Qld) and was bound to come into contact with many of his gay friends. One of his friends, back in 1999, took a fancy to me and to cut a long story short, initiated me! 1 July 1999 to be precise. It's funny, he warned me beforehand, that once I had cock, there was no going back...and how right he was! It still took me another almost exactly 7 years to finally come out and admit it though! We'll get to the process another time!
So, I decided to come out...where to start? I would think that most people would tend to tell their family and close friends first...not I. Started with my friends first, as they would be more directly impacted by this than my family, who are not living in Sydney with me (Mark moved to London last year). I had heard about Gaydar.com.au from one of my clients who was gay, and so decided to log a profile...I had no idea how else to meet other gay guys (apart from walking into an Oxford St pub/club and that was way too daunting at this early stage). Scrolling through the thousands of profiles absolutely floored me...where do you start? Picked a page at random and had a look through the profiles and a pair of gentle brown eyes caught my attention...and so I sent a message...a very clumsy, awkward message if my memory serves me correct! I had no idea what to say, I had never been on any sort of personals website before in my life! Well, knock me down with a feather when the guy responded..."who?" you might ask...yes, you got it...Dating Guy!
I still cannot believe that of all the guys on that site, DG was the one that I stumbled across! And I have not found a nicer guy than DG, nor more supportive and caring than he. As he mentions in his blog, we met a couple of times and have conversed fairly extensively since then, which I will be eternally grateful for.
I had decided to go overseas this year, to see my brother Mark and so I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to come out to him, in person, in London! This I did 29 September 2006. Mark was surprised, but not shocked. What did shock him was when I told him that it was Andy, his friend, who had initiated me! You see, Andy and Mark had a brief fling in the early nineties, a fact that Andy conveniently forgot to tell me at the time! So Mark was a little understandably angry, more at Andy than me. But he hasn't talked to Andy for years now, so I doubt it will have any real impact on the grand scheme of things. But Mark has been really supportive, has given me much older-brotherly advice which has been great. It has been good, Mark has been in three long term relationships, the last one being for 9 years which ended when he moved to London. So, between him, with his advice on relationship building, and DG's advice on, yes, the Dating scene, I have received a pretty rounded crash course in being gay!
The other part of my overseas holiday was to Eastern Europe, mainly because I haven't been here before and always wanted to see it. I decided to go solo on this leg of the trip, as a personal challenge! I have always relied on others when it comes to meeting new people, and I really wanted to see if I could do this myself. So, that, combined with my newly 'out' status, meant that I was now determined to meet some gay guys (and yes, hook up too) whilst travelling.
And so I found myself one Tuesday night two weeks ago, in the middle of Berlin's gay district (well, one of them), outside a gay bar. I had already walked around the block, and up and down the street and knew I had to take that next step. Quick text message to DG for support, and then I went in!
Freaking out, I walked around the bar, ordered a beer, and took it outside to the tables there, with the few brave smokers who could handle the bitterly cold weather. I could then sit there in relative quiet, drink my beer, watch what was happening inside without the immediate threat of having to speak with anyone, and shiver! One beer gone, and my toes about to fall off from frost bite, I thought, "fuck this, I'm going to really do it"....went inside, found a stool at the crowded bar, and ordered another beer! And then realized that everyone is, of course, speaking German! "How the hell do I start a conversation with a guy when I can't even speak the lingo???" Thankfully, Kylie came on, a reassuringly familiar sound in a very alien world! A cute guy sat down across the bar from me, appeared to be alone. I smiled at him, he smiled at me. "What do I do now?" A smile will get you so far, but for conversation to be had, a mutual language was required. Another beer! After 3 beers, and no dinner, I was finally past caring! Walked up behind him, and froze! Panic stations! And then, the three beers took over and I took the decicive step and sat down next to him! He smiled and shook my hand. "Sprechen Sie English?" I asked. "My name is Oscar" he said. He was French, but had excellent English! The rest, as they say, is history! We spent 3 days and nights together in Berlin, 3 unforgetable nights! We sadly parted ways, he back to Paris, and me onwards to Prague to continue my holiday.
We were only talking today and I realized that he has been my longest gay relationship...3 days!!! That's the next challenge for me, to have a relationship that lasts longer than 3 days...preferably with someone who lives in the same city, let alone same continent as me!
If any of you have read his blog, you'll already know something about me...if not, check it out on Dating Guy's very readable blog. Yes, that's me, Monty shagging his way through Eastern Europe! Where do I start?
I'm not going to go way back for the time being...let's just start a bit more recently...late July 2006 when I finally decided it was time to start coming out as a gay man. I have known that I was gay for several years...I had always had an attraction to other guys but always supressed it and lived a very straight life. My older brother, Mark, on the other hand, knew he was gay and so from age 21, lived his life as a gay man. (Before you get too worried, my oldest brother, Steve, is straight, with 3 children, so my parents have their grandkids!) I obviously had a fair bit of contact with Mark, living in Sydney too (Steve and my parents live in Qld) and was bound to come into contact with many of his gay friends. One of his friends, back in 1999, took a fancy to me and to cut a long story short, initiated me! 1 July 1999 to be precise. It's funny, he warned me beforehand, that once I had cock, there was no going back...and how right he was! It still took me another almost exactly 7 years to finally come out and admit it though! We'll get to the process another time!
So, I decided to come out...where to start? I would think that most people would tend to tell their family and close friends first...not I. Started with my friends first, as they would be more directly impacted by this than my family, who are not living in Sydney with me (Mark moved to London last year). I had heard about Gaydar.com.au from one of my clients who was gay, and so decided to log a profile...I had no idea how else to meet other gay guys (apart from walking into an Oxford St pub/club and that was way too daunting at this early stage). Scrolling through the thousands of profiles absolutely floored me...where do you start? Picked a page at random and had a look through the profiles and a pair of gentle brown eyes caught my attention...and so I sent a message...a very clumsy, awkward message if my memory serves me correct! I had no idea what to say, I had never been on any sort of personals website before in my life! Well, knock me down with a feather when the guy responded..."who?" you might ask...yes, you got it...Dating Guy!
I still cannot believe that of all the guys on that site, DG was the one that I stumbled across! And I have not found a nicer guy than DG, nor more supportive and caring than he. As he mentions in his blog, we met a couple of times and have conversed fairly extensively since then, which I will be eternally grateful for.
I had decided to go overseas this year, to see my brother Mark and so I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to come out to him, in person, in London! This I did 29 September 2006. Mark was surprised, but not shocked. What did shock him was when I told him that it was Andy, his friend, who had initiated me! You see, Andy and Mark had a brief fling in the early nineties, a fact that Andy conveniently forgot to tell me at the time! So Mark was a little understandably angry, more at Andy than me. But he hasn't talked to Andy for years now, so I doubt it will have any real impact on the grand scheme of things. But Mark has been really supportive, has given me much older-brotherly advice which has been great. It has been good, Mark has been in three long term relationships, the last one being for 9 years which ended when he moved to London. So, between him, with his advice on relationship building, and DG's advice on, yes, the Dating scene, I have received a pretty rounded crash course in being gay!
The other part of my overseas holiday was to Eastern Europe, mainly because I haven't been here before and always wanted to see it. I decided to go solo on this leg of the trip, as a personal challenge! I have always relied on others when it comes to meeting new people, and I really wanted to see if I could do this myself. So, that, combined with my newly 'out' status, meant that I was now determined to meet some gay guys (and yes, hook up too) whilst travelling.
And so I found myself one Tuesday night two weeks ago, in the middle of Berlin's gay district (well, one of them), outside a gay bar. I had already walked around the block, and up and down the street and knew I had to take that next step. Quick text message to DG for support, and then I went in!
Freaking out, I walked around the bar, ordered a beer, and took it outside to the tables there, with the few brave smokers who could handle the bitterly cold weather. I could then sit there in relative quiet, drink my beer, watch what was happening inside without the immediate threat of having to speak with anyone, and shiver! One beer gone, and my toes about to fall off from frost bite, I thought, "fuck this, I'm going to really do it"....went inside, found a stool at the crowded bar, and ordered another beer! And then realized that everyone is, of course, speaking German! "How the hell do I start a conversation with a guy when I can't even speak the lingo???" Thankfully, Kylie came on, a reassuringly familiar sound in a very alien world! A cute guy sat down across the bar from me, appeared to be alone. I smiled at him, he smiled at me. "What do I do now?" A smile will get you so far, but for conversation to be had, a mutual language was required. Another beer! After 3 beers, and no dinner, I was finally past caring! Walked up behind him, and froze! Panic stations! And then, the three beers took over and I took the decicive step and sat down next to him! He smiled and shook my hand. "Sprechen Sie English?" I asked. "My name is Oscar" he said. He was French, but had excellent English! The rest, as they say, is history! We spent 3 days and nights together in Berlin, 3 unforgetable nights! We sadly parted ways, he back to Paris, and me onwards to Prague to continue my holiday.
We were only talking today and I realized that he has been my longest gay relationship...3 days!!! That's the next challenge for me, to have a relationship that lasts longer than 3 days...preferably with someone who lives in the same city, let alone same continent as me!
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