I have been a timid man my whole life. I can remember my preschool when I was the most bashful child in the class. It has always been difficult for me to make friends and while that was not always the greatest thing ever, I really believe that this was not half bad because it made me better buddies with those few folks I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing great. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that wasn’t amazing either. You might say the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and discovering that someone.
And with faculty and with a new job and new obligations, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so.
No, really. I did not have a single relationship that survived longer than a month in the last 10 years. That is, until this last year once I met Kyle. Now, for another folks, a sentence like the prior one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “only meeting” someone isn’t something that occurs more than once in a very long time.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. However he was one of these men that were never overly serious and that never took anything seriously. This really is something that you can be ok with when you’re 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I was not looking for something like that. And then, just when I believed that he was a total waste of time, I realized this was his choice. He was not only “like that”. He liked being free and being impulsive, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional and also a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent-minded and consistently with that sprinkling of sudden to him.
We hardly kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he desired me to go there with him. I ‘d not seen him nude. http://macgallery.net kissed. And he was encouraging me to go to Europe with him. I decided to be impulsive for once in my entire life and I went with him.
He did his thing, his small gig or whatever (he is a photographer) and that was that. In a single day. We had an entire two-week vacation in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. And we took things really slowly, we did not rush anywhere. For instance, this photo which you can see of Kyle all naked in front of a tremendous cruiser; this was the very first time that I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he desired to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was shooting the picture. He knew they had to see him and he needed to screw with them. I was also nude as I was shooting his photograph.
read made love after that day. It was incredible. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this picture.