Threading Between The Friend And Love Zone

Once again, I have disappeared again from you all and now decided to reappear with some stories to share.

I realised every single time I am writing here, it is to complain about some and it will not be any different this time around. I guess this has become a space for me to relieve myself from my misery.

As I write this, I can't help but think, "Is this what my life is going to be like? Will I be one of those old farts living alone and have a dozen of cats lying around my house? Will I be knitting some weird ass sweater for no apparent reason?"

Anyhow, let's go back to the story of the day! This is pretty much what the title says: Me threading on a fine line between being friends and love zone with this guy I met a few weeks ago.



It's a pretty dangerous zone and I'm sure more than one of you out there have had experiences like this.

Here's the lowdown on what has happened so far.

'Twas a fine day during lunch hour at work. I was out with my work hags for a round of coffee and sandwiches at Starbucks (Coffee snobs, don't judge. That's the only thing available. Either that or Gloria Jeans. Take your pick.)

So one of my loyal hags spotted a cute guy and literally shouted it out (Ah, I've train them well with their hot men radars). So I turned and look – cute!

He looks Eurasian, but just a hint of it. Rather exotic and I like it. He is on the lean side with a good height (maybe 3 inch taller than me?). Though he has a boyish look, I found him rather intriguing, to say the very least.

And he look familiar. I pointed that out to my hags and they rolled their eyes. Pretty much because when I saw a guy looks familiar, it means either I've slept with him before and forgot or I've seen them on the prowl on Grindr or the local gay clubs.

I was spot on. Switched on Grindr and there he was. So long story short, we texted for a while and agreed to meet. That's where things take a turn.

Let me ask you this, have you had that immediate feeling where you meet a guy for the first time and you immediately know that it is not going to work. It was like an immediate friend zone.

That was what I had. Why? Well, mainly because when we met, we just couldn't stop talking. That's the thing about me, when I like a guy, the first meet up is always rather quiet and mellow.

I usually just too mesmerised by the guy and my vocabulary becomes the standard of a two year old, which revolves around smiling and nodding with occasional sounds made.

Thing is, when I was with him, we could talk a lot and we click. There was minimal flirting and we're like old friends.

Fast forward till now, we are on good terms. There was occasional flirting and hints of him wanting to get it on but nothing was ever concrete. Plus, I liked him as a friend. Though I can say I don't mind sleeping with him if he offers.

I found him very interesting and I am completely enamoured but I know nothing good will come out of it, if I pursue the romance route.

So I guess it's best to stay as friends. My best hag said, "You do know that you always sleep with the guys you like and try to be friends with, right?"

Agreed but I rather not. He is a nice guy and I enjoy the company. Better have a good friend than a good lay, right?

So just now, he just text me and said he got attached to a guy he met a couple of times. I was both happy and sad at the same time.

Sad because I wanted it to be me but happy because now I can firm myself up and just take him as a friend. Secretly though, I know that he wouldn't last with this new guy.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but by the time they actually break up, I am well and secure in the friend zone and no complains to that.

Then I'll probably make fun of him like best fag friends do.

What's your take on this? Am I right? Does anything I said make sense at all?


Love you fags and hags out there. Have a good weekend.
Yours Queerly xoxo

PS: I am back home visiting family and prowling on Grindr. Maybe I'll get lucky and get laid for once. It's been two weeks!

One-sided phone sex with a celebrity on Grindr

So I had recently talked about the art of texting and calling, and a few nights after, I actually had a phone sex session.

This was with a certain celebrity/model who visited from Taiwan - think 6 feet over, toned and with scruffy facial hair - totally hot!

He was a gentleman and we had been texting each other for a while on Grindr. It was all innocent talk at first. The sweetest ever. 

Something about western educated Asian men that makes them such sweethearts who actually cares about you and have proper conversations. Yours Queerly had a little crush on him now and so I started stalking his social media accounts and watched his Youtube videos.
When I messaged him initially on Grindr, I had no idea he was someone famous.  The profile photo taken a few years back before he toned up - he was on the skinny side in the photo.

After texting for awhile, the Model (that's his nickname) told me that he has "been in modeling here and there" around Canada and US but he is based in Taiwan now.

For a while, I thought he was one of those struggling models around L.A but on the week after, I shared his photo with my colleague, and she told me who he actually is.

Now, at first I thought he was a catfish - using some fake photo and profile but I had called him beforehand and when I match the voice with the videos I found of his interview on Youtube, it matches almost 90%.

Well, despite the suspicion, I decided to believe that he is indeed said celebrity. After all, even though it might be fake, it turns out to be a good fantasy for this queer here.

So one night when I was bored, I called him for a chat (mainly because he has such a sexy accent), and like usual, it was normal talk until he mentioned he is kind of horny lying in bed naked.

 Soon after, I hear a little moaning and with little teasing, he was breathing heavily and started muttering words like damn and fuck.

I, myself, am not a phone sex kind of guy but I went ahead and dirty talk with him as he wanked off like he's going to war. While he is going to Happy Happy land, I was just there fully clothed and not actually doing much.

He, on the other hand, was in full blown horny mood and after 20 minutes of sex talk involving how I should blow him and what he wants to do to me, he blew his wad. Towards the end,  I find phone sex not as awkward as it could be. It was interesting and I did get stirred up a little but not to a point of wanking.

So after the hot session, he said good night and according to him, "is leaving his cum on his body and only cleaning up tomorrow as he was tired".

So there we have it. My first phone sex experience.

And happy to say, after that call, I have plenty of imagination material in my head and let's just say it was a good night sleep for Yours Queerly.

Oh and he sent me a photo of post wanking of his body, which I am not sharing. He is my fantasy and not for you.

Love you fags and hags out there.
Yours Queerly xoxo