Writing this sitting here yawning this morning I’m thinking about last night. I was sitting in Row 13 at the Kylie concert last night and loving every second of it and looking around the crowd when I realised that with this percentage of the gay population of Sydney in the room at least a good handful of ex-shags were probably there too. Indeed I even saw a few of them.
By Sydney’s standards I’m practically a virgin but I’m happy to admit I’ve had my slutty phases. There is a strange phenomenon in Sydney. It has a reputation for being a big gay ol’ town but it’s really quite small, the gay scene anyway, so the chances of running into ex-boyfriends and ex-shags is high. For some reason it’s acceptable to completely ignore someone in the street even if you’ve had your dick inside them or visa versa.
I can finally answer the question about the guy at the gym that I couldn’t figure out if he was gay or not. Well, I’m making an educated guess that a man that turns up to a Kylie concert with two other guys and no women… gay. That is a double edged sword. Yay, there’s a slight hope that I’d have a chance but now is he taken, not interested or shy?
Make your move already. The concert is the perfect opener.
That’s no Sydney phenomenon, it’s the same here in Washington, DC.
If you only frequent a scene then you’re bound to run into the same people all the time. (And Kylie concerts certainly fall into the scene!)
There are as many gay guys not in the scene who don’t seem to have this problem.
By the way, congratulations on your lifesaver spread in the numéro de janvier 2009 de Têtu !
Don’t assume he’s taken just because he was with friends at a concert. Step up to the plate and talk to the guy. Who knows, … just maybe he’s interested too.
Ahhh! You shy guys are going to give me a heart attack! Make a move already! Gee whiz! What do you have to lose?