Sind Sie einverstanden, die Identität dieser Frauen geheim zu halten? Register now for there are only a few slots left: November 11, 2017 — would you like to meet other guys who are also discreet?So tonight was a shock for me, because somehow in a single date I managed to destroy my belief system. I was on sick leave today, recovering from a bad asthma attack the previous day. Aside from TV, my only distraction was logging on to a gay social network’s chatroom application. So it was with a surprise that Gabby (not his real name), an 18 year old kid who’s in the same city as I, was very persistent in meeting me.I got concerned that he was appearing very eager to meet up that I acquiesced at the last minute to meet him – only to meet him.
I could have gone blind forever, unmindful and ignorant of the things I should be aware of. I might never have the chance to meet you but still I know you are family. To say that I dream to be a journalist or a writer would be an understatement, I want to become one.
On Saturday evening, discreet venue in Mandaluyong. Selected participants shall be sent invites and venue details. Register to get an invite: https://goo.gl/forms/6Q6DM4AJw QSNu3hb2 Heard from reliable sources that my long-time fave therapist is back at Hoja de Laurel (Quezon Avenue, Quezon City). Text Hoja to reserve a slot for their sigma (signature massage). I would say “Hoja de Laurel” because this is where I feel safe and taken care of by its stable of maasikaso male therapists (try Froilan, Hiro, or James!
) Contact 0917-911-7821 and ask about their signature (sensual) massage!
One of the first few things I told him was that he should be careful of who he was meeting, that he was appearing to eager to meet up. What ensued was line after line after lecture after speech, about how dangerous it was to do this kind of thing. I asked if he wanted to go home, he said he was going to wait for his cousins to pick him up.
He actually seemed chastised that I felt bad for him. When the area we were in became crowded, I suggested we talk in my dad’s van which I brought to the venue. So we spent the next half hour talking about ourselves – him sharing his parent’s pressure on him to excel at school, and I sharing my experiences when I was his age.