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I was sitting on the edge of my hotel bed nervous as hell. I had met this guy, Robert, on Grindr and it was almost time to meet him at the hotel bar. I’d never done anything like this … really. And the longer I sat there inside my own head, the more anxious I became. We sounded like a good match. He was a little older, liked hanging out at home on rainy days, he liked reading and listening to music, hiking, yada yada yada.

It was finally time, so I checked myself in the mirror, checked my breath, grabbed my billfold, and stuffed it in the back pocket of my skinny jeans.

I got a seat at the bar where I could see the entrance. I ordered a Pale Ale and a shot of Fireball and waited … and waited … and waited. And there he was. Wait what? I almost didn’t recognize him. He had way less hair than his pics, he was shorter for sure, and he didn’t even try to look good for our “first date.” I ordered another two beers and another shot of Fireball. I quickly took my shot, stood up, and waved him over.

The U-shaped bar was large for a hotel bar. It was an older bar with an elegant wood motif. The bar top itself was a beautifully varnished, dark wood. There were comfy looking cushioned seats around the bar and quite a few high-top tables with fake LED candles most of which weren’t working.

It was later in the evening, well after dinner, and the lights were dimmed giving the place a romantic feel. There were a few couples, a threesome of girls, and a couple of businessmen sitting around. The bar itself was mostly empty except for the threesome of girls who looked like they were having fun. The far side of the bar was empty, and secluded so that’s where we headed.

We made small talk and it seemed to be going well. He didn’t like the beer I got him, but he was polite about it and drank it anyway. We did a shot together and I felt his hand above my knee. The liquor, the dimmed lights, the hushed voices of the other couples was starting to work its magic on me. As we talked and drank, he started to lean into me. I was afraid he was going to kiss me right there at the bar. He was projecting a certain urgency, and that was making me feel wanted and sexy.

It wasn’t long before Robert asked if I wanted to go back to my room. By now, his hand was way up on my inner thigh. At this point in my life, I was alone and starting to get desperate.  So, I was game. He didn’t offer to pay so, I settled up with the bar keep and we made our way back to my room. The second the door closed, Robert pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. It was hard and his lips were firm and rough. I really wanted this, so I put my arms around his neck and pulled into the kiss. Robert suddenly and unexpectedly pushed me back and I hit my head on the wall. Ouch! I pushed him away and we shared an uneasy laugh together.

Because of our “first date” awkwardness, I took his hand and led him into my room where we sat next to each other on the foot of the bed. He put a hand on my inner thigh and pulled me into another hard, dry kiss. I pushed him away again and told him to wait while I made us some drinks.

We sat on the edge of the bed and talked and had our drinks while I gently toyed with his fingers. He wanted to kiss me again, but I just kept talking. Finally, he took my drink away and then kissed me. I didn’t reciprocate and so he pushed me back onto the bed. He laid next to me putting his knee between my thighs and his hand on my shoulder in essence holding me down. He leaned in and kissed me. This time it was hard and wet as he pushed his tongue past my lips into my mouth.

I, I just couldn’t do it. I pushed him off me and sat up. We looked into each other’s eyes and at that moment we both knew. I told him that it wasn’t working. Robert hugged me. Thanked me for the drinks and made a very fast exit.

God! That was frustrating. I was horny as hell, but that … that was bad. I decided to go back down to the bar to have another drink or two. At least the bar keep was cute. I walked into the bar and headed over to the far end where I would have a good view of the place. And … oh my God!!

“Max!?!  What the heck!  Man, I hate you.  Can I buy you a drink?”