I'm a rather dashing an exiting twenty-five year old man, so let me tell you a secret. It's about something that happened to me when I was just twenty-two years old. My friends and I used to hang out at 'the courts' a courtyard in the city which I lived in, where all manner of people would gather to drink alcohol, play games and make out.
On one such occasion I'd had quite alot to drink and met a young man called Liam. I'd been reading Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles and this man was (to me anyway) the living embodiment of the vampire Lestat D'Lioncourt, a long blonde haired brat prince utter God of a man.
At that time I had never had sex with a man or woman and had never even realised I could have feelings for a man. I approached him while utterly under the influence and made what was almost definitely a very good impression.
I had been drinking almost all afternoon and was being practically dragged around the city centre by friends laughing to myself and generally having a good time. The last place they had taken me to was McDonald's where I had ordered a happy meal, to get hold of the most amazingly fun toy car I had ever seen.
It was one of the wind backwards and it moves forwards ones and it was blue with white stripes. I approached this man and drunkedly introduced myself. "Hiiiiiiiii, my name is Nick and I think you are the coolest person ever." He was wearing his long leather Trench coat with new rocks, black jeans and a red open shirt over black t-shirt. He had shoulder length blonde hair with violet eyes and just a little rough stubble.
"Hi Nick, my name is Liam" when he flashed his bright smile at me I died inside. "I wanted to give you this..." I said, handing him the toy car. "It's a present" I told him.
