Tea

Saturday progressed nicely, with the gang back in Camden for drinks in the beer garden of the Oxford Arms, then off to the Dublin Castle for dancing. By the time they closed at 2 or 3, we weren't done yet. We had reduced to a group of about 8 of us and went on a mission back to T's flat for more drinking and dancing in his living room.

I don't quite remember how it came about, but Mo (a guy I've met two or three times) ended up in T's garden with me on my back on a bench and him going down on me. I don't dare tell T about that aspect of the night.

We went back in and people starting drifting off to bed and falling asleep on the couches. Mo and I left and as we walked to my flat in the daylight (it was well past 5) he would occasionally grab me and push me up against a car for a snog and a grope. We finally got home and again he went down on me until I told him that I was tired and just wanted to sleep.

Went to sleep at 6 and woke up at 10 and again he became very enthusiastic about going down on me. I was laying there thinking about the fact that I really wanted a cup of tea, but feeling unable to broach the subject with his head between my legs. We ended up fucking, but not because I particularly wanted to, but because it seemed like the quickest way to get what I wanted - my morning cuppa. I am now still feeling slightly sheepish and annoyed with myself about this, especially since we didn't use a condom. I am very unimpressed with myself and still feeling a bit rubbish about it, but so it goes - live and learn.

I finally got my cup of tea, he got dressed and as he was leaving he said "So, do you want my number?" "Err, well, you can take mine if you want it." Off he went.

I am left feeling a bit strange - he is cute, smart and funny, but I am completely uninterested, and indeed a bit put off. Circumstances are everything.