Well hey again,
Guess this subject doesn't need too much introduction. After a few posts and a couple of questions I decided just to put this part behind me and tell you my situation, this is the first half of it.
When I was in the beginning of my 20's more or less,not to long ago, I went on vacation with a couple of good friends,couple of straight friends.
We had a great couple of days and nights,going out and all the usual things, on the last night I decided I want to try to go out to a gay club. It was basically around the second time i was about to find myself in one. I told my friends that I had met a girl during the trip and that we would be going out, basically they went out and left me to get ready for my "date".
After looking for places to go on the internet, i decided to go to a club who got some good reviews, can't remember the name or anything,just remember I walked for about 30 min up and down, left and right in the area of the club before I could even think of going in.
Finally I decided I would, I went in and I guess it was still early cause they weren't too many people there, but later on more people came in and the place was packed. I also liked the music so I was managing all in all, better then the first time i went to a gay club, but that's a story for another time.
Any how, some guys tried to hit on me and start a conversation, but I was a little nervous and also I'm usually more drawn to guys I start the conversation with, rather then the other way around.
Towards the end of the night, when i was getting the feeling that nothing interesting is going 2 come out of this night. I was about to leave I started talking to a cute guy at the bar,and he had even a cuter friend with him. He was exactly my type, we started talking all three of us, drinking and just having fun, before i noticed it was 4 am and not too far from our flight back home.
All three of us left together, chatted a little more, kissed goodbye and went on our separate ways. I was feeling just great, pure joy. It was funny since i always thought the "life changing" experience would come after something involving sex, falling in love, but not from just meeting guys.
I really had fun with and just felt I was my own real self for the first time and it really did something to me.
I got back to the hotel, packed my things, smiled to my friends as we all caught the flight, must say I slept like a baby the whole way.
Once i got home, The idea of telling my parents started to run in my head.
Guess that's all for now....