First Date
I have been out of the loop the past couple weeks but I haven’t been that quiet in real life. I finally made the decision to start seeing people.
So as a start I decided to ask this Turkish guy out that I had mentioned in the past sometime in my post. He said yes and I was thrilled. We arranged for a simple and quiet date. We had dinner at an afghan restaurant and then walked back to this apartment really close by. We picked up a bottle of wine and a movie on the way. He told me all about his life and I told him all about mine. We talked and we talked.
Normally talking for a long time would be a really a good thing, but the more I talked to him, the more I realized that his life was a copy of mine. Now, I am not sure if the only reason I liked him is because he is so much like me. So as I got to know more about him the more I felt strange. Not a good strange and not a bad strange. Just strange, like I am looking at myself through some twisted mirror.
I bet I have you all confused about what I find so similar to my own. The way he explained it, was that he was initially under the impression that maybe he was bisexual and then eventually moved on to try stuff and finally giving up and realizing that he was indeed gay. Both of us have one elder brother and dread coming out to them for fear of being shushed. How both our parents are from conservative thinking circles and it would be devastating for them to learn that we were gay but still we were quietly sure of who we were and were getting comfortable with that fact.
Anyway, due to all this talking, I somehow quieted up and ended up feeling that the date was way too normal. We watched the movie and drank the wine and talked and then like nice sophisticated people he walked me to my car at 2 in the night in the cold and I went home. There was absolutely nothing physical about it. It was a little more sedate than I would have liked in fact since he is really cute. It was like I was having a re-union with myself if my life was a little different and I was born in turkey. Even though everything was different between us, very little was really fundamentally different.
He is shy. He is nice. He is polite. Seems like a really good person. He is the kind of person that grows on you I suppose. At this point all I can say is that we are either going to be a very warm couple or very good friends.
So as a start I decided to ask this Turkish guy out that I had mentioned in the past sometime in my post. He said yes and I was thrilled. We arranged for a simple and quiet date. We had dinner at an afghan restaurant and then walked back to this apartment really close by. We picked up a bottle of wine and a movie on the way. He told me all about his life and I told him all about mine. We talked and we talked.
Normally talking for a long time would be a really a good thing, but the more I talked to him, the more I realized that his life was a copy of mine. Now, I am not sure if the only reason I liked him is because he is so much like me. So as I got to know more about him the more I felt strange. Not a good strange and not a bad strange. Just strange, like I am looking at myself through some twisted mirror.
I bet I have you all confused about what I find so similar to my own. The way he explained it, was that he was initially under the impression that maybe he was bisexual and then eventually moved on to try stuff and finally giving up and realizing that he was indeed gay. Both of us have one elder brother and dread coming out to them for fear of being shushed. How both our parents are from conservative thinking circles and it would be devastating for them to learn that we were gay but still we were quietly sure of who we were and were getting comfortable with that fact.
Anyway, due to all this talking, I somehow quieted up and ended up feeling that the date was way too normal. We watched the movie and drank the wine and talked and then like nice sophisticated people he walked me to my car at 2 in the night in the cold and I went home. There was absolutely nothing physical about it. It was a little more sedate than I would have liked in fact since he is really cute. It was like I was having a re-union with myself if my life was a little different and I was born in turkey. Even though everything was different between us, very little was really fundamentally different.
He is shy. He is nice. He is polite. Seems like a really good person. He is the kind of person that grows on you I suppose. At this point all I can say is that we are either going to be a very warm couple or very good friends.
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