I had gotten home from working at a straight venue and decided to organise some man-loving, so on the Grindr went. After not much action, I received a message from a blurry picture, someone lying on a beach, dark hair but couldn’t see the face. After a few messages and a clearer picture, we decided to meet up for a drink.
Sticking with my cover, “I work in a bar”, we decided not to meet at the Midnight Shift, where he was sitting by himself. I was soon standing out the front waiting for him. When he did, I sort of melted, not in a huge, fall on the floor sort of thing. With a big smile, he came over to kiss me on my cheek, and in a thick Bristol accent (Vicky Pollard) I was greeted with, “Hey, there you are”.
We entered into idle chitchat, and I found out he was only here for another three weeks, and only three days in Sydney.
After 30 minutes of accidentally/ purposely touching each other during conversation, we headed to my house. He put two and two together and he giggled that he had gone home with a drag queen. I did have to correct him a couple of times:
“Not just a drag queen Johnny, one of the best!”
I bumped into him the next night at Arq after I had finished work. Still very interested, the electricity seemed to intensify. Each touch seemed to feel even more, kissing in the club seemed to be natural, rather than something I would do up the back.
He spent the next two nights with me, then I had to say goodbye to him, for what I thought was forever.
“I’m going to miss you,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. It wasn’t until I saw him walk away that my heart sank. Could something happen in just three days? Is there such a thing as an instant connection?
As it turns out, the feelings are mutual and he is flying from Adelaide to spend his last four days with me. Is it crazy to have just four days of wonderful than none at all?
I know I will be a wreck when he leaves again, but I’d rather have just a short time than no time at all.
I only knew my husband for a week before he went back to London where he lived. Three months of phone calls, a month’s holiday for me in London and a big scary decision to move over to Europe for someone my family had never met meant that now, 9 years later we’re still together, married (british civil ceremony) and planning our futures.
It can come out of nowhere and be completely absurd but you need to go for it love if it feels right.
S x