so today i was thinking about times when guys have approached me in public for whatever reason and thinking that they might have been missed opportunities where i could have possibly hooked up with them. there were two times in particular that i'm thinking about where i was in a store and a guy started asking me questions about a certain item or what they sell. i'm sure it would be overthinking it if looking back i thought they were trying to come onto me but...you never know. so has anyone else had situations like this? that you consider missed opportunities?
yes there were many times in the past I’ve had that opportunities..now I don’t let them be missed as if I know he is into me , I let myself given in…long as he fits my needs in man . Certain times I feel bad , I didn’t pick up those chances …I’ve learned my lesson
Oh, yes. Way back in my younger college days and shortly after, I was waiting tables. A male couple ended up sitting at one of my tables. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them, and I went about serving them. It was a lunchtime meal I recall. After they left, and I started to clear the table, one of them left a business card under his plate. Interesting, I was perhaps a little intrigued, but since I was "straight" I didn't pursue it. Of course years later when I wished I figured out I was bi, and regretted not getting into men at a much younger age I regretted not taking the bait. Another time back then as well, I was with my track teammates for a night of wild drinking and partying. We spent the night at his parents waterfront home. I was absolutely hammered, and slept on the floor, literally. I woke up in the morning hungover, rolled over and looked up to see a black man I didn't know standing over me. He was in the process of pulling up his pants, but his cock was out. It was pretty big and thick. He shook it over me some, and stared down at me and asked: "Hungry?" It was out of the question, I was "straight" and my teammates were really homophobic, and it was the mid 1970's. Later in life I developed a strong attraction to black men, and in particular, sucking their cocks. He could have been my first.
More than I care to remember. Always one of those moments where I'd kick my own ass because I could've had sex with the guy but... sometimes, shit doesn't happen.
Ironically it has been when the wife was with me that I’ve had guys come on to me. Once in Hollywood, another time at a state fair a vendor came on to me saying he wanted to “demo” a massage product on me. Another time a fem gay waiter seemed particularly interested. Every time it was like man why not when I’m alone!
I can recall three missed opportunities, each very different. The first time was even before I started really having a ton of gay desires and fantasies. I thought I was 100% straight. I was still in the heterosexual relationship that the end of which would spark those feelings in a major way. I had moved to a different city to start grad school, and it was the cable guy who came to install my cable TV in my new apartment. All of a sudden I felt overwhelming sexual desires for him like I'd never felt for another guy before. It was absolutely visceral. I had never felt so sexual, not even with a woman. But I didn't do anything about it at the time, and I've always regretted it. I should've just bypassed my fear and confusion and hit on him. It definitely was a powerful foreshadowing of what was to come only 8 months later after my girlfriend broke up with me because of the long distance our relationship had became, with my sex with men beginning shortly after. The second time was 25 years later, when I had been dating this guy a couple years older than me, who was recently divorced from his wife after coming out to her as gay. He was the nicest guy I'd ever met, and I liked him super much, and our sex was incredible, even with no fucking yet (I was a top wanna-be-versatile, and honestly I'm not sure if he had bottomed for a guy yet, and his 9 inch extremely thick cock really scared my asshole, so we just weren't there yet). We went on dinner dates, and he even cooked for me once, neither of which I'd ever done with a guy before, and we also loved to cuddle on the sofa watching TV. I've never had such a beautiful relationship with a guy before, or since. But I was still struggling with my bisexuality, even after 25 years of mostly oral sex and a little anal sex with guys. I now realize my internalized homophobia was still preventing me from developing romantic feelings for another guy. And ultimately he was looking for a husband, and was falling in love with me, but I couldn't return his feelings, even though I desperately wanted to. Oh my God, I so wanted to be in love with him as well. But I think I just couldn't let myself--stupid, stupid, stupid. To this day it is my greatest regret in life, because in the last 5 years I have finally accepted my mostly gay self and loving it, have developed romantic crushes on a couple guys in the last couple of years, and am so ready for gay love. If only I could've met this man now. Unfortunately, a short time after we stopped seeing each other, because I couldn't be the man he was looking for, he moved to the other side of Canada from me, I guess to mend his broken heart. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I am kicking myself big time. The third time was in the locker room at the gym a few years ago, when these two young guys began what I can only describe as flirting with me, big time. I mean, I was in my mid- to late-50s and they were no older than 20, if that. They were both super hot, with smooth twink bodies, and I was so overcome with lust for both of them that I couldn't act on what was clearly happening, an invitation to have a threesome with them, probably at my place. Maybe they were just leading me on, toying with me, enjoying the gay lust I was clearly displaying towards them. But I don't think so.
