As sponsored by student union bars everywhere...
Having never had much luck with man-beasts while still at school (the main reason for this being that most men I knew were either openly gay or living proof of Darwin's theory of evolution), I made up for lost time in a big way during my first semester at university.

How, you ask? Well, one Friday night in October I was incredibly bored and so wandered off to one of the bars on campus with a couple of friends. Whereupon I met a rather pleasant and very attractive man, who bought me and my friends each a small alcoholic beverage.

And made it clear within about five minutes that he would rather like to have his wicked way with me. He was not drunk, or so he said, and, long story short involving a joke about Harry Potter's magic wand, Terrance and Phillip and halls of residence showers, we went back to mine and things happened. He was a bit older than me (well... I was 18, now 19, he was 30) and pretty experienced by the sound of things, so it was rather good. He knew the score and he did make the effort to not do any damage, which was a relief.

I didn't see him for a while and followed him up with a lovely goth, a scary PhD student who went to swingers' parties (and wanted me to go with him) and a reunion with the first in January (and again in February).

Saw him today, as it happens. Always a pleasure.
( Maladicta, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 19:31, Reply)