I’ve been a timid guy my entire life. I can recall my preschool when I was the most self-conscious kid in the class.
It has always been difficult for me to make friends and while which wasn’t always the greatest thing ever, I actually think that this was not half bad because it made me better buddies with those few people I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing great. And growing up as a gay child in 90s Detroit, that wasn’t great either. You might say that the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and discovering that someone.
And with college and with a new job and new obligations, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I did not have a single relationship that lasted longer when compared to a month in the last 10 years. In other words, until this last year once I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence such as the last one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “just meeting” someone is not something that happens more than once in a very long time.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. But he was one of these men which were never overly serious and that never took anything seriously. This is something that you can be alright with when you are 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I wasn’t looking for something like that. And then, just when I thought that he was a complete waste of time, I realized this was his choice. He wasn’t just “like that”. He liked being free and being impulsive, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional as well as a successful individual, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent minded and constantly with that sprinkling of surprising to him.
We barely kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he desired me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I had not seen him naked. We hardly kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I made the decision to be impulsive for once in my entire life and I went with him. (In the rear of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his small gig or whatever (he’s a photographer) and that was that. In a single day. We had an entire two-week holiday in the south of France only for one day of his work. I adored it. I felt so glamorous. And we took http://wnude.com , we did not run anyplace. For example, this picture which you can see of http://nudeyes.com in front of a tremendous cruiser; this was the very first time that I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he desired to go all the way with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was taking the photograph. He understood they needed to see him and he wanted to go all the way with them. I was additionally nude as I was shooting his photo.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love after that day. It was unbelievable. We’re still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.