Another Evening With J

J and I arranged to meet for dinner tonight. We decided to meet at South Bank again. He was running late so I amused myself by having a wander around Foyles until he arrived. I was feeling quite anxious as I don't think he realises how incredibly attracted I am to him and whenever we're together I don't know quite know how to behave. We're still in the process of getting to know each other and every moment we spend together, I learn more about what makes him tick and I hope that it's mutual.

He was very apologetic for being late but I didn't mind it at all. Life is too short and besides I wasn't quite sure how he felt about me and was very pleased to see him again that his running late wasn't important at all - the important thing was that he turned up. It was very reassuring that he again took my hand and we walked the streets of London holding hands.

We had dinner at O-Satsuma in Soho which was when I discovered that J doesn't like seafood, much less raw seafood and my devouring a plate of mixed sashimi must have made him quite uncomfortable. I hope he wasn't thinking about what I might have otherwise been doing to his beloved koi. He needn't have worried about that as I'm not fond of eating freshwater fish. Those tend to have a muddy taste even when left in clear water to purge prior to being cooked and the muddy taste would have been even more pronounced if eaten raw.

We had a rather enjoyable dinner but had to call it a night afterwards as he was tired. I walked him back to his car which he parked near Pleasuredrome. As we were parting company, I think he said goodnight and I think he also said "have a good time" which left me wondering whether he was suggesting that I should go and spend some time in Pleasuredrome.

It was not originally my intention as I'd wanted to have an early night that night. It wasn't exactly early when we said goodbye - probably about 10ish in the evening, or perhaps later. As I made my way back to Waterloo, I had to pass Pleasuredrome and the lure of the prospect of male flesh made me enter. I think J knows me better than I know myself. I subsequently told him that he was the only person that knows more about what goes on in my mind that anyone else I've known. I hope he doesn't think it's hyperboly - it's all true.

I was hoping that J would be able to spend the night with me but I knew he was tired and I didn't want to pressure him into doing anything but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. Even so, I wasn't resentful or anything like that. My feeling of disappointment was purely neutral and perhaps to assuage my disappointment, I decided to go and see what delights Pleasuredrome had to offer than Friday night.