Date #2: Motormouth

Date  2 of 29

NAME: Motormouth

AGE: 29 

OCCUPATION: Teacher

TYPE: Pocket Gay
NATIONALITY: British

DATE RATING:  3 1/2 Stars

This one was really intriguing. From his pictures he seemed to have such an honest smile.  When sending pictures he was upfront and asked “what do you want? clean, rude or what?” to which I replied “clean and maybe a bit rude but not everything hanging out”.  With that,  he sent exactly what I asked for and I definitely liked what I saw. 

When we met, I was waiting for a few minutes alone and on time at our meeting point. I’m not that bothered because he let me know in advance.  He showed up and immediately had so much energy that I was a little taken aback by it. During the first hour, he was still in his classroom full of 8 year olds and I think I managed to get 5 words into the conversation. One of the most dramatic non-actors I’ve ever met. It was like a barrier was up and he was always “on it”.  I’d really like to see the real him and actually have a conversation free of dramatic re-enactments or googley eyes. 

I always hate it when we talk about the gay gps app... as if I’m ashamed and it shouldn’t be talked about in polite society.  It is however, how we actually came to be at that place at that particular moment. This time we shared a common hatred of 3 things:

1. “Looking for?” 
2. “Into?” 
3. Partnered guys using the app

I’m sure any normal guy who is looking for something of substance can share our frustration.  (Unless you’re just a whore who loves being mistress... Nothing against it, but that’s not for me.) 

Now, I will be honest. He reminds me a LOT of my ex boyfriend. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I could see our relationship fizzling after 2 months just as it did with Slut Boy (as my mum likes to call him). Except he was an actor... Motormouth was not. He sure as hell had enough drama for the both of them. 

Yes. We did have a goodnight kiss in the tube station. Yes, it was the awkward half lip, half cheek kiss, but I was fine with it. 

Likelihood of a 2nd date: A possibility. I’d like to actually get to know him and not his “on stage” persona. 

Until we rendezvous again,

GoodbyeUntilTomorrow.


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Date #1: Boring but Nice

THIS IS SO EXCITING! Here goes:

Date  1 of 29. 

NAME: Boring but Nice. 

AGE: I’d say around 25, I didn’t find out. 

OCCUPATION: Boring. 

TYPE: Nerdy
NATIONALITY: British

DATE RATING:  2 stars

I will be honest. I will normally be setting up these dates via the dreaded  Gay GPS App  from which I cannot tear myself away from (don’t pretend like you haven’t been on it at one point of your life. It’s addictive). But this guy, I actually met because he came into my restaurant with his friends and I had his waitress slip him my card. Now about my business card... I’m an actor. In the theatre industry it’s a bit twee to put “So and So. Actor.” on my card, so all there is is my name, my contact details and then my headshot is plastered on the back.  In the industry, it’s a good idea. In the real world, people wonder what it is exactly that I do.  At least he won’t forget what I look like! I rarely get up enough nerve to actually give guys my card, it’s a bit wanky, but I was feeling courageous that day.

Anyways, onto the actual date. He was nice. That’s the extent of it.  For some reason I remember him looking a bit different. I just got a picture in my head of what he looked like and it was obviously skewed from reality. That’s not to say that he wasn’t attractive, because he definitely was. He was just more nerdy and less trendy. So, not really much happened, the conversation stopped after about an hour.  We had a bit in common, both liked music(als), both liked... noodles... both... liked... yea. That’s about it. 

The Goodbye. It’s always a toss-up as to what/how we will say goodbye. Especially when I already said I don’t have to be at work for another 4 hours. This time I said “I had work to do” which was my way of saying that I need to go write this blog. So, I went in for the awkward hug at the end and when he stated “we should definitely do it again sometime”... Even I could hear the hesitance in my voice as I replied “yea! just text me”. 

Likelihood of 2nd date: Zilch. 

As I’m sitting here sipping the new vanilla spice latte (which I won’t be getting again) in my favourite [until I find a better one] Starbucks in central London, I couldn’t help but flirt with the young European 19 year old barista as he made my drink. I say European because the UK is not really anything like the rest of Europe, especially in the men’s department.  Maybe he shall be my #2?

Moral of the Story:  I don’t know how useful it is to hand out my business card at my work place. 


Until we rendezvous again,

GoodbyeUntilTomorrow.

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Let the Games Begin...

About me: 

I’m an American living in London. Yes I’m gay. Yes I’m an actor. Get over it. 


I will hereforth be known as GoodbyeUntilTomorrow. 100 points if you get the reference. For confidentiality reasons, no one's true identity will be revealed at any point in this process. 


While being in the UK for the last year and a half, I have found myself on so many dates that I’ve lost track of them all. While a few dates went on to bloom into mini-flings (I won’t call them relationships), none of them lasted.  There is something of a wall between me and British men. I don’t know what it is, but I am determined to break it down. It may be the fact that I am and will perpetually be frightened of the dreaded “hooded turtle” that all european men seem to have between their legs. Or it just may be my bad luck with men in general. Whatever it is, I’m still single. 


And so begins the game. =D 


Until we rendezvous again,


GoodbyeUntilTomorrow.