Random poking

On occasion, I'm poked by somebody random on Facebook.

Fair enough, my profile pictures are often hugely entertaining, or artistic, or, in the case of 'the lady with the chicken placed at her fanny', both.

But this particular poke I received a couple of days back caught my eye.

His limited profile gave this much away:

1) He was an actor and had starred in a theatre production that I'd gone to see a number of years ago and, truth be told, despised.

2) He wrote about himself in third person " X has just finished writing a novel and has an agent who is trying to sell the publishing deal" - I suppose this alone should have set the alarm bells off. Talking about oneself in third person really gives off such an air of bullshit.

3) His photo was ok, he was sort of fit and he was Indian. His arms looked nice, which just enough hair (hmm). If I have to be picky I'd say his eyes looked sort of droopy and miserable.

And, well, that was it.

So, I proceeded to send him an email, thanking him (?!) for poking me and trying, in the subtlest way possible, to figure out who the fuck he was and how he managed to find me on Facebook.

It may just be my own stereotypes, but the moment a guy like him pokes me, I just know he's gay. Don't ask me how or why, and yes, I'm fully aware of my judgemental streak.

So, a few days passed and then yesterday (when I spent 15 hours at work), emails were going back and forth until I was able to ascertain what this guy does (he used to do what I'm currently doing) and we discussed at great length our mutual interest in Creative Writing.

Needless to say, by the end of it all, I'd suggested meeting and he'd facebooked me his number quicker than you can say 'whoop my ass'.

Then finally, on the way home last night I decided to text him ( I was a) horny, b) bored - although, driving through Central London at midnight is awesome!, and c) had an urge to clarify the gay issue.

So, he text back immediately. And then we exchanged around ten messages.

'Are you gay?' I asked

'There's no clear cut answer to that' came the response

and then we proceeded to have text sex, him describing to me how precisely he likes his nipples to be sucked and bitten and how he's a 'wet and sensuous' kisser. Oh, and there was a slight mention of a foot fetish.

And he only likes to kiss, suck nipples and wank. So fucking and sucking is out of the question. Never mind eh. Give me a couple of hours.

I imagine we'll probably meet soon enough. I quite like the idea of an apprentice.