Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Red wine will be my downfall

On Friday, for the first time in ages, I actually got to go to NG1, a place that I’ve been known to visit more often than twice a week. The place wasn’t that busy but there were enough men to keep my eyes busy.

A tall, good-looking, dark-haired guy caught my eye at some stage and we soon established a rapport that promised more than just a friendly chat. He looked vaguely familiar but I dispelled the possibility of having met him before as he told me that he was South African and, until very recently (two weeks ago) when I met another one, I was sure that I was the only South African moffie on the local gay scene.

Later, trying to find his place (unsuccessfully), I remember him looking at me incomprehensibly when I spoke to him in Afrikaans. Trying to get home was of more importance to me than wondering why he couldn’t understand me so I didn’t give it a second thought. After two wrong turns, I suggested going back to my place may be a better idea. He agreed.

Lying in bed together in the morning, both of us holding mugs of hot coffee that I’d just made, I asked him his name.

‘You know me,’ he said.

‘Sorry, I’m sure you told me your name last night but I've forgotten it,’ I said, slightly embarrassed.

‘My name is R,’ he said, ‘but I didn’t mean that. You know me.’

‘I don’t think so. How?’

‘I’m B’s boyfriend,’ he said.

I looked at him more carefully and realised that, indeed, he was B’s boyfriend. Oops!!

B is quite a good friend of mine but he's been out of circulation for a while since meeting R. Although I’d been introduced to him before and probably seen him out with B on two or three occasions, I’ve not actually socialised with B since R's been on the scene. Now I realised why he’d looked familiar the night before but I'd genuinely not recognised him. And his pulling my leg about being South African (he’s actually from Derby), hadn’t helped my alcohol-addled mind recognise him.

Oops, oops, oops!

He left about an hour later, forgetting his socks at my place. That afternoon we had two intense text conversations in which he asked me not to mention our having gone home together to anyone, let alone B.

I have no intention to.

For those of you who've read my previous episodes arising from too much red wine (*) before going out for the night, you are right if you’re wondering if this particular episode can be blamed on too much red wine.

(*) My troubles with too much red wine:

15 Comments:

Blogger Babsbitchin said...

You are not going to leave me hanging like that, how dare you! What are dassies (African rock rabbits)? I want to know asap!!

3:46 am  
Blogger Babsbitchin said...

Red wine is my favorite. Live, Love, Laugh and be hungover in the morn with reget, your dirty moffie you. I'm just jealous cause you got some and I didn't.Don't sweat it because if he was true blue, to you know who, he wouldn't be with you. I just made that up. Aren't you proud of me. If it helps, I'm sending loads of hugs and kisses and I promise not to slip you the tongue!!Promise!!

3:57 am  
Blogger andrea said...

Nomad, you make me ill. Because of your debauched lifestyle? No-o-o-o ... becasue you're having *way* more fun than me! :)

4:39 am  
Blogger Rob7534 said...

Poor Nomad, that man took advantage of you! He suckered you into his web of deceit, and lies!

And after you gave me all that shit about not sleeping w/that Bi-sexual guy I wanted, because he had a girlfriend! The one who pursues me relentlessly! ARG!

Guess where I'm going now!

5:36 am  
Blogger angel said...

shame- shame- shame! as much as i love red wine... i would suggest that maybe you better switch to something else before you get yourself into some SERIOUS kak bru! mwaaaaahahahahaha!

7:07 am  
Blogger GayProf said...

Note to self: Reluctant Nomad will Do Almost Anything After a Couple Glasses of Cheap Red Wine. Interesting information.

7:17 am  
Blogger rhino75 said...

I thin Derby is rather like South Africa, but with more rain, no? I can't believe he suckered you like that, very funny ;)

7:27 am  
Blogger Gay banker said...

Very amusing! To my mind though it's R who's the naughty boy. After all, he's the one who's got the boyfriend. I myself may not be the most faithful boyfriend on the planet but at least I never sleep with friends of any of my boyfriends!

8:20 am  
Blogger kyknoord said...

Singin' the Blues about R'n'B, are we?

9:34 am  
Blogger Reluctant Nomad said...

babs: In my post about Toads of a few weeks ago (http://reluctantnomad.blogspot.com/2006/03/toads.html), I make a reference to them and post a link: http://www.krugerpark.co.za/africa_rock_dassie.html. Many years ago,when hitch-hiking in Zimbabwe, I was intimidated by these rather cute-looking creatures and felt really silly about it. I'll blog about it someday.

I really MUST learn how to do hyperlinks in the comment box!

Thanks for the little poem and all that love even if no tongues were involved! :-)

andrea: I'm not trying to make you envious of it - I promise!! Actually, I've been going through a really low patch recently and the debauchery doesn't reflect what's going on in my head.

rob: I'm really sure that I want to know where you are going. Anyway, it wasn't my fault, was it? I was duped into it! :-)

angel: I just need to control the amount that I imbibe before I go out. More than a bottle at the start of the evening followed by copious pints of beer seems to turn me into another person.

gayprof: Who says it's 'cheap' red wine that I drink? You presume too much, sir! :-)

rhino: Derby is definitely NOT like South Africa! I was duped so easily because I probably wanted to be duped.

gay banker: yes, in terms of some sort of slut's moral code, I'd say he was the bad boy in this story.

kyknoord: I must be a bit dim this morning (not had my morning coffee yet!) but I don't think I understand your comment.

10:20 am  
Blogger whatalotoffun said...

Did I not warn you about that red wine. But what would life be without all the mistakes we make. How about some nice cane and redbull.

11:48 am  
Blogger Rob7534 said...

Clearly, I'm calling up the bi guy! Oh how the mighty do fall!

=)

12:45 pm  
Blogger Reluctant Nomad said...

whatalotoffun: I don't think I'll be able to stop drinking red wine; I just need to control my intake.

rob: you go for it, boy! ;-)

2:16 pm  
Blogger portuguesa nova said...

Hahaha!!!

Oh no you di-in't.

*singing* there is just one moon and one golden sun and a smile means friendship for everyone....

1:21 am  
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