Last week in the Tube, a guy checked me out like crazy! To be sure, I returned his looks and nodded. He smiled. Then, he prepared to get off and winked at me. I was so hot! But I didn't go. Why?
- Because he didn't know how hairy and not muscled I am and I was scared that when seeing my body, he kicks me out rather than anything else.
- Because he was older than me and even if it's good sometimes, some other times, it's not at all, especially as I have been traumatised by my first boyfriend who was 7 years older than me and was so obsessed by youngsters that it was pathetic and insane.
- Because when London Underground announced the train was going to another direction, he shook his head in the most ridiculous way ever.
- Because I didn't know where thisguy was coming from and who knows if it was not some trap to beat me up, in that town where homophobic crimes are not that unusual.
- Because I know how I become after a shag, given how scared of HIV I am, especially in that city where 1 gay man out of 8 is seropositive. If I am not capable of dealing with it, it is not worth it.
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