Dating and Drag sucks ass.
You normally meet 3 kinds of guys.
1. Guys that only want to fuck you in Drag.
2. Guys that are terrified you want to fuck them in Drag.
3. A guy who’s totally fine with the Drag and just gets it.
The problem with 1 and 2 is these lead nowhere - from a personal level - and number 3 is really hard to come by.
Once you’ve found Number 3 you’ve then got to keep ahold of number 3. Now I travel, a lot! I’m out of my home city for sometimes 3 nights out of 7 and then half of 2 more days traveling, so once I do start dating someone it’s about getting the time to see them, do things that don’t involve sleeping and then actually form some kind of bond with them that isn’t just they come round and we fuck every so often. THEN, You have to find someone you can trust.
Now I live by the rule of
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
And fooled I have been, FOOLED I HAVE BEEN!
Staying out of town a lot means that there’s another person that you may be getting close to doing whatever. I recently was dating a guy and we wanted to keep it closed - I’m selfish like that - and I only found out from a friend of mine that they’d kissed. SINCE WE WERE DATING.
Safe to say the friend got screamed at just as much as the guy I was seeing, but like I say, Everyone gets one.
Since this incident I took it upon myself to sit this guy down and ask him. What does he actually want?
And at that we go our ways, we see each other regularly, we have fun.
“I have something to tell you”
This was last week, on the Monday.
We’re now on Wednesday, THE FOLLOWING WEEK.
And he’s changed his status.
This brings me back to the start. Looking for a number 3.