Weekend Hunting

I was out hunting this weekend. Actually, Friday night to be precise.

I went to the spa straight after work and as luck would have it the US Navy (the USS TARAWA) was in town. It's very obvious who they were - well-built young guys with buzz cuts.

I had my way (or rather, it was mutual) with one of them. He was one of them strong, silent types. I was very tempted to ask about the "don't ask, don't tell" policy and how he's coping with it - obviously one way of coping is to visit places like this. I enjoyed the thought of imagining him in his uniform and me taking it off, bit by bit.

He didn't seem up for much conversation so I left it at that.

It's not always the sort of place to make a personal connection. It's usually a fleeting encounter - each guy gets what he's come (pun intended) for and then we go our separate ways, perhaps on to another encounter.

It was a good night's hunting all in all - I managed to get off 3 times and was quite exhausted afterwards.

I wasn't expecting to get any sort of personal connection out of the encounters and it's not the sort of place - there are exceptions though - I met J at a place like this and it was an encounter which changed my life.

It's becoming clearer to me as time goes on that I can't keep going to these sorts of places indefinitely and I will need to settle down with a guy. It's not that I don't - I truly do but I've not met the right one yet.

Perhaps that's not entirely true. I think I've met the right one but circumstances don't permit us to be together. Then there's JH from Manchester. We've only met once and I quite fancy him but I don't know how he feels about me. I might get to see him in February but that's a big maybe. Hopefully will get to talk to him more to find out. The last time we had a night out doing a bar crawl in Canal Street, he had to duck out early as he wasn't feeling well so I didn't get to be with him as long as I'd liked but I remember kissing him goodbye twice which was once more than the other guys who were leaving and perhaps he got the hint. I should take my own advice and ask him straight up - the worst that can happen is that he says no and I'm no worse off than I am now.

Why does love have to be so complicated?

If there's any smart, sorted guys out there who might be interested in a date, please get in touch. Love to hear from you.

Postscript - 17th December 2007
It turns out that my encounter on Friday may not have been with a sailor but with a Marine instead. Not that it makes an difference to the outcome.