So yeah. In London. Had a couple fun encounters through clubs / Grindr and whathaveyou. Also met a friend of a friend / I've followed him on Twitter for ages, so I feel like I know him, and I'm really drawn to him.
He's Irish (from Dublin) and he is 28. He works in a gay sex shop in Soho and -- hear me out because this sounds weird, but isn't -- this is the hottest thing. He's surprisingly *normal* elsewise, doing a masters in Journalism and whathaveyou; you might not suspect this, given I always assumed you'd have to be quite weird / wired in a particular way to sell fetish gear for a living. HOWEVER, he's not. And it's hot, because he knows a shit load about sex. Like, he knows the best lube to use, the best way to orgasm, how to tie bondage safely etc etc, and it's all a bit heroic, and I'm into the fact he's a standard person, but has that queer element that he makes his living from telling repressed nervous old Chinese men which dildo is best to use.
So yeah, I charmed him with my brown eyes (which he made into a thing, I didn't exactly propagate this feature), and consequently we had great sex, in my friend's brother's bed (whoops).
And my favourite thing is, I can just be Miley, because he's followed my twitter for ages [where I pour my heart and soul and being out onto], and he loves it, and is 95% the reason he sexed me, given he can probably do better than me. So all is full of love. And we're going to get bagels together tomorrow as a wee date.