Peter and I celebrated our third year anniversary on Oct. 1. It sometimes felt as if we were not going to make it, but we are both very happy we did. We celebrated it by attending the annual Sleaze Ball, the party where we met at. We had a great time and the music was fantastic. Of course, that was not enough. The following evening, we had to go to Extra Dirty. That was also great. The men were ultra hot and we did not stop dancing.
Happy Anniversary my dear Peter.
Flashback to 3 years ago. This was the what I wrote then about meeting Peter then. He is "M".
God, I do not remember the last time I went on a date. It has been that long. So, it came as quite a big surprise to be asked recently.
I met this guy at the most romantic of places, a gay dance party. Let us call him M. We had a fun time dancing and flirting on the dance floor. I told him I was single, and he revealed that he was in a relationship. No problem there, as I was not after anything. It became weird later, because we met his partner outside the dance venue. He was actually very nice. They even offered me a ride home. I gave M a sweet peck outside my apartment and sent them both home.
M texted me that day, and a week after asking to meet up. My first instinct was to decline, because I did not want the complication. But he wrote me such sweet text messages that I could not refuse. We met at a cocktail bar at 7:30 pm on Wednesday in October, and did not leave till past midnight. It was the best first date I have ever had. He was handsome, sweet, funny, interesting, and we had loads of alcohol. He told me that he and his boyfriend were in the process of breaking up. I did not really pry because I did not know what I wanted to come out of this. We have seen each other several times since. He is wonderful.
