object is not as hot as it appears to be

About 4 years ago, I went on a gay skiing trip. It was my first time going to a gay ski weekend and I fantasized it to be a place with a hot tub with lots of gorgeous shirtless muscle guys.


In reality, it was just a normal ski resort with one small hotel that hosted a gay party in their banquet hall. The admissions fee to the party was $50 and it didn’t even include drinks.  That didn’t stop me from having several cocktails. While I was talking to my friends, this guy behind me started to chat up with me. Then, there was touchy-flirty, that lead to full on kiss. I could feel my friends making faces at us. 

His name is Matt. He is about 7 years older than me, tall, with fairly good build (good enough to hold on to while making out). Turns out we live very close by. What are the odds of meeting a guy out of state who lives nearby town? We exchanged little bit of saliva and phone numbers. I didn’t get to see him rest of the ski trip.

When I got back in town, I called him. We met up for dinner at my favorite restaurant. I was pretty excited about it. When I saw him at the restaurant, I was really confused. I did’t think I was drunk at the time I met him but he looked so different from way I remembered. I didn’t find him attractive at all. Maybe I had too many drinks and everyone seemed hot in a cold snowy mountain top.


I had to sit through the dinner and talk to him. There was no way to back out of it. I felt obligated (and maybe hoped to reenact the ski resort kiss) to invite him over to my place after dinner.  And I have to admit, sex was amazing!  I didn’t see him after that.

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