Bedtime Stories – Expectations

He wrote me on Grindr one day. It was at a time when I had to change my hotel in Bangkok and therefore had a new “visibility-radius” in the app, LOL. I found him nice, but overall he wasn’t exactly my type (at least, as far as I could believe in the pictures…) But what I found quite interesting was his apartment, which I got to see through a quick insta-stalk… obviously located in a modern condominium, high above the rooftops of the city with a fantastic view of the skyline.

In short, I had to meet him! (…you can tell how superficial I was at the time, LOL)

He talked about drinks and that I could stay the night (at that time there was a nightly curfew across the country…). Unceremoniously, I let myself be driven to his condo with a Moto-Taxi. He met me in the lobby and we drove up to his apartment, which was just…. BREATHTAKING!

Seriously! The view from his living room across the “high-rise sea” of ​​Silom was incomparable. I felt like I was in the middle of a movie. All these streets and alleys, through which I’ve walked a hundred times (…I’m exaggerating, of course), were suddenly at my feet. A fantastic moment … and just for that the “trip” was worth it.

He didn’t look ugly, but as I mentioned earlier, he wasn’t exactly my type. Very small, slim, fine features, much probably passive, LOL. He definitely wanted to have sex that evening, that was clear somehow, even though we didn’t talk about it in advance…

But it started quite harmlessly, we talked for a long time. He was from Singapore and worked for an international company in Bangkok. He must held a very important position, otherwise this apartment (which is presumably made available to him by the company) can’t be explained. He was eloquent and sophisticated and also interested in me and my story. We drank Tanqueray’s and I felt not only like in a movie, but also in a Troye Sivan song:

I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes

I see a little house on the hill and children’s names

I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray

But everything is shattering and it’s my mistake

Fools by Troye Sivan

Later, when we were standing at the window, looking at the glittering skyline, I took the initiative, pulled him up to me and kissed him – and I immediately knew that this would not be the right thing for both of us, or lets say at least for me.

He didn’t even kiss badly, even passionately, but somehow limp. LOL. It was more his teeth respectively his denture. The teeth was made, no question about that. Totally white and straight as a pin. But it just felt like you had someones “third” on your tongue and it was kind of weird… Kissing is important for me. And as strange as it might sound, but if someone can’t kiss, then i can’t let myself go.

At one point he whispered in my ear: “Do you wanna come to my room?”

…and I just thought: ‘I’m in your fucking apartment, these are all your rooms!’, LOL.

What was meant, of course, was the bedroom. So that’s where we went and continued to make out on the bed… As one can imagine, I had to confess that he didn’t relly turn me on and that i couldn’t go the next step. So he let go of me disappointed… bit uncomfortable, but what else should I have done?!

It was around 11.30 p.m. when we finally went to sleep. I remember he asked me if I needed a side sleeper pillow, which of course I dismissed as absurd…

You can guess who has a side sleeper pillow now? Exactly! 🙂