George

Here we were sat on the lion statue, on a warm summer's night sky in Trafalgar sqaure. Lips locking, conversation exchanged, and snacking pretty much every weekend for at least 6. He was a biacial guy with brown curly hair who had just turned 18 and I was 20 

It all began, when after having just broken up with my 10 year my senior  first boyfriend. I was in so much pain and heartbreak. I literally at times felt like I could not breath. I needed an outlet and so decided to throw myself into things I considered to be of benefit to me and me alone which included swimming and joining a gay youth group.

I did end up going to a few evenings at the gay youth group, but tbh I think I let my shyness get the better of me. Sure I did make a couple of attempts to make friends, and did exchange a few guys and girls at the group, but ultimately l I prefered and started  to hang out with this one guy. His name was George (I am using his actual name, because no one in my circle knows him). I think it's because he provided me with security, apparent loyality and of course friendship . George was in relationship with an older Italian guy which he was very open about, he was very much in to the same kind of music as me, and was quite clingy. I liked clingy. And as time went on I think I did started to fancy him. 

Eventually we ended up bunking the youth group, which to this day I kind of regret but at the same time don't because there were some real bitches in that group. I remember these group of boys pulled me into their circle and remarked about how Asian my hair was and how one of the guys once dated a guy like me, and then proceeded to chuck me out of my circle like I was used trash. 

George did not seem to be like that , he was kind, attentive and seemed to want to be able around me. It was what I felt I needed, especially after being dumped by my first boyfriend. He would call and text me everyday and we would hang out. It was summer so we seldom stayed indoors. 

One of the few times we did go a bar was to a place in Soho called the loft, I told him I could not stay out too long as I had work the next day. During our time together he asked if he could have a look at my watch to 'admire' it.  It was one of those analogue watches, K-Swiss , with a dark green strap. George tried to change the time on my watch on the sly. Fortunately I caught him.  There were other times , on other days, where George would do things like tell me a couple of random guys told him how he was far better looking then me and how another guy at the youth club called me an emo twink. Tbh I was not really offended by the latter instance. I was all about the emo twink look back then. I was happy to be skinny and loved my long bangs. 

I might as well kiss and tell , me and George did make out numerous times , and other things, despite him having a boyfriend. Apparently his boyfriend was very open to the idea of him hooking up with other guys and hey it suited me fine, I was not ready to get back in a relationship and I had this attractive guy giving me attention? Hell yes. 

The more we hang out with each other , the more George seemed to become obessed  with me , so I felt I needed the cut him off. The man would not texting and calling. I do sometimes  wonder what happened to George .