A Blast From The Past XII: Wow!

Sequel to: First One-Night-Stand and the Italian guy

Disclaimer: If you're living in New York, and you're knowing me, and you think you're the guy I'm talking about, you're not supposed to read this.
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After dinner with my friends, Markus and I went to that pub to meet up with the Italian guy again. We were both very tired, but we went to the pub anyway because it was the last night in the city. After we had entered the door, I saw the most handsome guy I've ever seen, sitting at the counter. It was like a spotlight was pointing to him. Like he was the only colorful guy in a black and white picture. He had the most beautiful eyes, the cutest smile ... and he looked right at me. His eyes were brighter than the sun. I tried to hide behind Markus because I was too shy. I didn't even dare to look at him. He was just gorgeous, and the blood in my head began to boil. I thought there's no chance in this world this guy would even talk to me.

I found the italian guy from the afternoon and I talked to him--but I always tried to get a glimpse of the other cutie. After some minutes, Markus and I walked to the other end of the pub. Suddenly the unknown cutie stood next to me. I looked in his eyes for less than a second. He was so beautiful and adorable. And I was ... you know ... too shy. I walked to the counter and ordered a coke. I paid and in that moment the cutie stood right behind me. He said: "I wanted to invite you!". I responded: "Too late".

He tought this meant that I wasn't interested in him. Suddenly he looked sad. But anyway, we started to talk. Thus, I figured out he's not only the most handsome guy in this world, he's also the most interesting guy, he has a great personality too. He's very clever, very nice. I was very nervous and unconfident, but I was already under his spell. He invited me to spent the night with him. I really wanted to, but ... I felt so unconfident. I told him about the afternoon with the italian guy. He smiled and said: "Two dates in one day ... could be worse!". Markus tried hitting on him as well, but to no avail.

I told him honestly about me feeling unconfident, about being nervous. He said: "Listen, I don't expect anything. We go to my appartment, talk, laugh ... do whatever we want. Maybe we just talk for the whole night. But I promise you one thing: You won't regret coming with me."

He was so nice. He always reacted exactly the way that I needed. It all happened so fast, his offer was very tempting, but still, I was nervous, a devil and an angel fought in my head. I was sorry for wasting his time. He said that he's ok, that he enjoys talking to me. He gave me his phone number and his e-mail address. He said: "Ok, if you don't come with me tonight--which is also fine--please give me a call when you're back in Germany". He was so caring, and don't forget, he's also the hottest guy on this planet. So I decided to go home with him.

At his apartment, he offered me a drink. He tenderly hugged me, we kissed. I couldn't get enough of him. His beautiful eyes, the cute smile, the hot sixpack. This was the best and most passionate night in my life so far. And I couldn't stop looking in his beautiful face and his bright eyes.

Early in the morning I had to get back to our hotel, because it had been the last night in New York for Markus and me. We had to get ready and leave our room. So he drove me to the hotel, Markus was already waiting for me. We said good bye, we decided to keep in touch, I walked away from his car, and suddenly I realized that I already missed him badly. And yes, he was absolutly right: I don't regret anything!