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"My roommate was having a party at his parents house while they were away. Snacks, wine, music, a movie or two - the typical hangout party. He invited some friends who in turn invited their own friends here and there. A good sized group. Being single, I hoped that there would be a single-status girl there. Sadly not. I couldn't stop but get the feeling that this one particular guy was eyeing me. A blonde-haired feline. I've meet him before, but only for a moment at some distant party gathering. Never knew his name. I knew he was gay due to his clean attire and the pride wristband. He eyed me here and there, giving me a faint smile whenever I made eye contact with him. I said nothing but looked away, but I couldn't help but feel a tad bashful. I had my fair share of male experiences, but they never really got far in the "relationship" due to change of heart, withdraw, confusion, blocking and/or cheating with another. Mentally Im straight, but that wonder of exploring another male body always swam in my head.
A good amount of time went by. Some friends left because they had work in the morning or some other reason. The music went from loud rock to calm leveled muzak. The party slowly sank down to only a dozen. I sat in the common area along with a few friends as they talked about various topics. I managed to snag the last lime popsicle from the freezer before my roommate did. Soon, the feline that was eyeing me decided to sit next to me on the couch. A sudden rush of shyness went through my body as he sat there like he has no interest in me. I wasn't sure if he was just drunk or if he really did have an eye for me. I could smell his cologne on his clothes. It was strong, but not intense to the nose. The silence between him and I broke when he asked me how I was doing, using my name to catch my attention. He remembered my name, but I never got his from that one brief time months ago. I gave simple answers, still being a tad bashful. He continued to ask me questions and became a bit open. I replied what I could. I knew he was interested in me. He was leaning against the couch, both his green eyes fixed on me with a smile on his face. His body language gave away his intentions. Seeing this, but mostly sensing it, I couldn't help but blush. The conversation grew until my short answers became questions for him to answer. Soon, it was a turn based QA conversation. I could tell he noticed my blush as I continued to enjoy the lime ice tube in my mouth. It became more awkward when he asked me what flavor it was. I soon released that this tubular treat in my mouth could look like something else to him - something that I was good at in the past ( stated my past male relationships )...
During my adventures in my gay relationship days, I couldn't help but be the submissive one. Men hit on me more than I flirted with them. This led me to be...well...somewhat helpless and open to what they might offer. Every time was an experience; each one had their own way of showing their "affection" to me. It was nice during the time I was single and desperate. Even when I was with my ex-girlfriend, some guys still flirted with me. I pushed them away, but still I bashful. Whenever someone hits on me or flirts with me, I feel somewhat good about myself. They see me as someone who is attractive. I never really had great amount of self-esteem for myself, but when someone, guy or girl flirts with me or shows an interest in me, I couldn't help but feel a bit better about myself. I ask myself what they see until later down the road, they tell me the reasons ( most of the time its not just a bunny-booty call ). Those kind compliments about myself - physically and personality - made me feel better about myself."
Flirt © 2012 Alex Cockburn
A good amount of time went by. Some friends left because they had work in the morning or some other reason. The music went from loud rock to calm leveled muzak. The party slowly sank down to only a dozen. I sat in the common area along with a few friends as they talked about various topics. I managed to snag the last lime popsicle from the freezer before my roommate did. Soon, the feline that was eyeing me decided to sit next to me on the couch. A sudden rush of shyness went through my body as he sat there like he has no interest in me. I wasn't sure if he was just drunk or if he really did have an eye for me. I could smell his cologne on his clothes. It was strong, but not intense to the nose. The silence between him and I broke when he asked me how I was doing, using my name to catch my attention. He remembered my name, but I never got his from that one brief time months ago. I gave simple answers, still being a tad bashful. He continued to ask me questions and became a bit open. I replied what I could. I knew he was interested in me. He was leaning against the couch, both his green eyes fixed on me with a smile on his face. His body language gave away his intentions. Seeing this, but mostly sensing it, I couldn't help but blush. The conversation grew until my short answers became questions for him to answer. Soon, it was a turn based QA conversation. I could tell he noticed my blush as I continued to enjoy the lime ice tube in my mouth. It became more awkward when he asked me what flavor it was. I soon released that this tubular treat in my mouth could look like something else to him - something that I was good at in the past ( stated my past male relationships )...
During my adventures in my gay relationship days, I couldn't help but be the submissive one. Men hit on me more than I flirted with them. This led me to be...well...somewhat helpless and open to what they might offer. Every time was an experience; each one had their own way of showing their "affection" to me. It was nice during the time I was single and desperate. Even when I was with my ex-girlfriend, some guys still flirted with me. I pushed them away, but still I bashful. Whenever someone hits on me or flirts with me, I feel somewhat good about myself. They see me as someone who is attractive. I never really had great amount of self-esteem for myself, but when someone, guy or girl flirts with me or shows an interest in me, I couldn't help but feel a bit better about myself. I ask myself what they see until later down the road, they tell me the reasons ( most of the time its not just a bunny-booty call ). Those kind compliments about myself - physically and personality - made me feel better about myself."
Flirt © 2012 Alex Cockburn
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