So last weekend, I met up with someone from Jack'd. I think at this stage of my life I'm quite willing to meet anyone who is decent and knows how to maintain a good conversation. Anyone who is not only interested in asking where I'm from, how long I have been in Australia, and whether I'm top or bottom, sex, etc.
This guy turned out to be a good 'conversationalist'. It was like ping pong. We kept talking and talking and talking. Since people say it takes two hands to clap, I guess I was doing quite well in talking too?
Like Jay, he likes to travel, to not so safe countries, and no fancy hotels. Reminded me of Jay.
It also reminded me of my first meeting with Jay. We talked for hours, from a dinner place to a dessert place. And until today, every time I passed by the dessert place, I would be glad that the place was still there, but at the same time I wouldn't want to go in. Strange.
I can't find sparks anymore with any of these guys I have met. No sparks at all. Not even the tiniest bit.
Of course I still get an erection whenever I came across pictures of hunky guys with strong abs, but right after ejaculaion, the erection would be gone.
Jay is totally not the hunky type, though he could be an iron man when he needed to be. Sometimes I really wondered what is it in him that made it so hard for me to let him go. I couldn't really pin point something. Perhaps when there's sparks, u stop seeing a man as invidual customisable parts (six packs, eyes, teeth) but as a package, as Him.