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Metro
21-06-2025
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I told my date my sexual preferences and was immediately ghosted
I met Chris* on Facebook. He appeared in the 'people you may know section' and I sent a friend request. My first impression was that he was handsome, clean-cut, and had a cheeky smile. I'd been liking his posts here and there, then watching his stories too. We eventually progressed to talking via Facebook messenger and the banter was instant. He was flirtatious but never too much, and charming in a way that felt unpracticed. One day, I wrote a post saying that I would be going to the States for Pride, alongside a sexy photo, and straight away, Chris sent me a DM: 'Do I finally get to meet you?' He was coincidentally going to the same Pride. I replied: 'If you play your cards right!' I didn't think too much about him, as I knew there would be a lot of guys around. But when there, I found that I had a few nights where I wasn't hanging out with my friends. We ending up making dinner plans and I remember feeling excited in that teenage, stomach-flipping way that makes you overthink your outfit but still walk in pretending you didn't. With thousands of members from all over the world, our vibrant LGBTQ+ WhatsApp channel is a hub for all the latest news and important issues that face the LGBTQ+ community. Simply click on this link, select 'Join Chat' and you're in! Don't forget to turn on notifications! He looked even better in person — soft-spoken but confident, and a subtle smile that made you feel like the only person in the room. We danced, drank, and talked lots – about politics, families, queer identity, bad dating stories, good ones, and the weird line between ambition and burnout. After going to a club, we walked aimlessly through the warm, and very humid streets. It was so romantic. We sat on a bench. Chris leaned in and we kissed. That's how the night ended — not in a bed, but on a bench, with the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are. Back in my hotel room, I couldn't sleep. I replayed the whole evening in my head — the way he listened, the way he smelled, the way he said my name like he already knew me. I don't know what possessed me, but I sent him a photo. Not too explicit, but suggestive enough. I guess I wanted to keep the momentum going. I was still high off the date. Chris replied instantly with a fire emoji, then, 'You're seriously hot.' Then I decided to step up the flirtation. I sent him a picture of me in a jockstrap from behind showing my glutes. It was one of my favourite snaps to send. He replied, 'Why on earth have you sent me a photo of your ass?' And then came his question: 'So you top, right?' I hesitated, then replied honestly: 'I'm a bottom.' I waited for his response. Nothing. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Ten minutes went by. Thirty. An hour. I tapped his profile — still active. Still posting memes the next morning. Still watching my stories. But he never texted back. At first, I thought maybe something happened. Then I realised: I'd been ghosted — not for what I did, or didn't do, but for what I wasn't. Chris had just assumed I was a top. And when he found out I wasn't, he must have lost interest. This wasn't the first time it's happened either. People assume I top. And I get it. I lift. I'm broad-shouldered. I post gym selfies sometimes. And I'm Black. So there's a whole extra layer there — this cultural baggage, this hypersexualised, hypermasculine fantasy that gets projected onto me constantly. On apps, in DMs, even in the way people talk to me in real life. There's this assumption that I'm dominant, aggressive, always in control. I used to go along with it, thinking maybe that's what I should be. But the truth is, I feel most alive — most me — when I bottom. It took a while to unlearn the shame. To realise that sex isn't a performance, and masculinity isn't a position. I started opening up more — not just about what I liked, but about what I needed. Probably about three years after I met Chris, I started exploring being versatile. But not to please anyone else – to know myself better. To own my desires instead of tailoring them to someone else's expectations. Life now is… fuller. I've dated people who see me as a whole person, not just a category. And I've had to block a few people who still send 'you're too hot to bottom' messages like it's a compliment. Looking back, I don't hate Chris. I think he showed me something — some people just aren't made for you. We may be a match now that I top too, but choosing to ghost me rather than just have a conversation is not on. It's cowardly. More Trending Perhaps it was even a blessing in disguise that we never made it to the bedroom. Today, I can now say that I am 100% versatile – and I feel that I get the best of both worlds. For this reason, I am living my best and most authentic full life. And I want someone who appreciates every aspect of me – including a picture from behind in a jockstrap. View More » *Name has been changed Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: Last 'LGBT free zones' in Poland are finally scrapped – what happens next? MORE: My mother's words as I fled my homeland ring in my ears MORE: I'm allowed to date other women – my partner isn't
Metro
07-06-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
My date was a terrible kisser - but that wasn't the worst part
Jay* held my hand as he walked me back to my car, telling me he didn't want the night to end. We had talked and laughed throughout dinner before going to a show. We spoke about everything, from my disability – I am an ambulatory wheelchair user with chronic pain, as well as autistic and have ADHD – my job, love of musical theatre, and his passion for travel. He even told me more about his family and how he had recently been to visit them for a holiday. When we got back into my car after my dream date, we continued talking, while listening to music. Eventually he leaned over and kissed me. I'd been waiting for this all night. And that's where things started to go wrong. The kiss was bad. Oh god, it was terrible. It was sloppy, all teeth, as if he'd never kissed anyone before and had no idea what he was doing. He'd clearly never even practiced on the back of his hand. He kissed me a few more times and I found myself pulling away because it was so unappealing. I was shocked and extremely disappointed; kissing is important to me – I love a snogging session. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact I went home feeling unsure. Jay was the best date I'd had in a long time but if he couldn't deliver on the kissing front, I wasn't sure I was willing to compromise. This uncertainty prompted me to try to find out more about him. Jay had sent me a screenshot of our dinner table reservation, which had given me his full name, so I typed it into the search engine. His Facebook account popped straight up. And right there, at the top of his feed, was a wedding picture of him and his new bride – from three weeks earlier. I felt a punch in my stomach, and then I started to laugh. I had been lied to and didn't even consider there to be another explanation. He was married. And I instantly decided that I was never seeing him again. I clicked on the picture. There were over 30 comments congratulating Jay and his wife, as well as his replies, thanking them. The most galling part is that the pictures were taken in the same location he had told me he had been to visit his family on 'holiday'. But that was clearly where he had done his wedding ceremony. By this time, it was after midnight and I knew Jay would be asleep. So I decided to take a screenshot of the wedding photo with the comments and send it to him on WhatsApp. 'Would you like to explain this?' I wrote. No immediate response. Lying in bed that night, I couldn't help but look back on the date. There wasn't actually anything he said or did to raise any red flags that he could be married, so I'm glad I was proactive and looked him up. A part of me was relieved because this meant that I didn't have to kiss him again. In fact, I even felt sorry for his wife. The next morning, I still didn't have a reply from Jay so I checked his profile and discovered that he had blocked me on everything. To this day, I have never seen or heard from him. H The whole experience made me even more cautious about dating than I already was; it made me question others' intentions, whether they are already in a relationship, who to trust, and so much more. More Trending Yet I knew I couldn't judge all men by that one guy. That hasn't stopped me from asking dates I've been on if they're married. I try to laugh it off, but it is always in the back of my head that I am being lied to. I am extremely paranoid. I now know to trust my gut when it comes to bad kissing – and definitely not settle for it. *Name has been changed Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I discovered my parents' secret aged 8 – I kept it until 16 MORE: 'Taking my rapist to court was worse than what he did to me' MORE: I asked my partner to choose the porn I watched for a week Your free newsletter guide to the best London has on offer, from drinks deals to restaurant reviews.
Metro
31-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
The date was going well - until we hit a strip club
At 25, I hit the dating apps – hard. I'd been single for about 18 months, having split with my long-term boyfriend for the simple reason that you don't tend to marry the guy you met at Clapham's Infernos when you're 21. It turned out I could do well as I really fancy short(er) guys, and every other woman seemed not to. I didn't have to be the best looking woman in the world, I just had to be in their inbox. While the app wasn't full of firemen, police men, or other hunks as the promo content implied (maybe they were thinking of the Village People?), I quickly matched with Dylan* and we started chatting. We almost got into a weird, penpal-type situation where we'd send each other long, hilarious messages that were almost competitively funny. So when he broke the jam and suggested going drinking and people-watching in a central London bar at 3pm on a Saturday, I agreed. While I was happy to go where the night took me, I had no idea just how mad things would get on that date. He arrived late and flustered, but at 5'7, blonde, blue-eyed and almost angelic-looking, he was forgiven. We sat at an outside table and ordered this fancy new drink everyone was talking about: a mojito. We nattered away, with Dylan telling me an anecdote about a dead dog on the Tube. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Sadly, it was a classic urban legend I'd read on the internet years before. Still, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, and the chat was soon flowing as well as the drinks. One mojito turned into two, which turned into 10, and when it was closing time, we weren't sure where to go next. That's when someone, I truly can't remember who, suggested the strip club. Obviously, it was 'for a joke' but suddenly, we were heading to a London erotic dancing venue famed for being a tourist trap. I think we thought we were young, wild, and hedonistic. We were certainly very, very drunk and on a date that had now been going for 10 hours too long. Inside, it was immediately awkward. The dancers seemed as bemused as we were at the situation. We were shown to the table and audibly gulped at the prices. About £7 a beer – which all those years ago, was a lot. But we decided to drink through it. Dylan paid for everything, doing that very male thing of saying, 'No, no, I've got this, don't worry', despite the very large bill. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Neither of us wanted private shows, but within minutes a dancer had clambered onto the table, kicking over our overpriced beers in the process. She was wearing underwear but was completely topless. Dylan was more embarrassed than me, so he didn't really look. While Dylan was studying the menu prices and fending off dancers trying to drag him into the champagne room, I ended up talking to one known as 'Sapphire' for ages about her university course. She was studying biomedical sciences, so we spent half the night huddled over a napkin brainstorming career options over the top of very loud 90s R&B. 'Most expensive date I've ever been on,' Dylan muttered as we left around 4am. We went back to his place, a sprawling four-storey house he shared with his siblings in South London. But we didn't have sex: I don't think either of us could, or wanted to at that point – either down to drunkenness, overexposure, or both! Eventually, our conversation started to fizzle out. He started seeing someone else, and so did I. I told the story a few times to friends and forgot about him. Until one bank holiday weekend, around a year later. It was around 1am, and I was outside my flat with two mates, when a black cab pulled up. Dylan stepped out. More Trending He'd been nearby, remembered I lived around there from a cancelled plan months before, and thought he'd try his luck. No message. No call. No heads up. He hugged me like no time had passed and he joined me and my mates upstairs for a spontaneous drinking session. Sooner or later, Dylan and I were having sex in my bathroom, as my housemate who actually had to work that next day angrily banged on the door. He left in the morning, and I never saw him again. But I do still have that napkin with the biomedical science CV notes, in a shoebox of odd memories under my bed, just in case Sapphire ever needs it. Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I filmed myself having sex – I was shocked it turned me on MORE: I got gonorrhoea, but my doctor doubted my explanation MORE: After a bad breakup two years ago, my boyfriend and I are trying again
Metro
10-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
My date with a famous rapper ended with his startling dinosaur confession
'Wait…you 'believe' in dinosaurs?' he said, leaning forward, eyes peeking out over the top of his sunglasses. How did I end up on a date with one of the UK's most well-known rappers (at the time, anyway) discussing the existence of dinosaurs, you ask? Well, let me take you back in time. The year was 2011. I was working as a vocalist, doing session work and gigging, and signed to a small label myself. I often socialised and worked with other UK artists, so it wasn't unusual for famous figures in the industry to slide into my DMs, except back then, it was Facebook Chat. My Blackberry pinged (remember those? Remember that sound?) and I opened a message from a rapper. He said we had briefly met a few years back when I was in a girlband performing at the same event, and was I interested in doing some vocals for his new music? Our chat soon turned into flirty banter, and he asked if I fancied meeting for a drink. Now, I knew that mixing business with pleasure, especially in the music industry, was a bad, bad idea. But I did really fancy him, and I was single. What was the worst that could happen, right? Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! 'Come to The Savoy on Friday, I'm staying here, let's have some wine, talk about music, it will be fun,' he messaged. My eyes rolled. Ah, a date-in-your-hotel-room kind of vibes. Nice try buddy, but I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. I suggested somewhere a bit more communal. He said he didn't like 'meeting girls for a date in public' because the paps would take photos and it always got out of hand, and asked if we could meet somewhere more private, like the hotel bar. My heart was saying don't do it… but I was in my era of running on dreams and bad decisions. Friday rolled around. I got to the hotel bar and he was sitting in a booth with sunglasses on at 9pm at night in low lighting. I did wonder if he could actually see me. He stood up and pulled out a chair with a beaming smile. He was instantly very likeable, and chatty. We talked for a good two hours or so over some wine; he played his new unreleased music for me through headphones, and asked for my thoughts, and he listened to my new stuff, too. Then he asked if I wanted a shot of vodka. 'Sure!' I thought to myself, 'let's carry on making bad decisions!' There was a TV screen on in the bar, and an advert for a toy Barney the Dinosaur came on. I don't know why. I've tried to remember why this would have been airing at such a time and place, but facts are facts. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact He glanced up at it, and said 'I used to love that show as a kid. Made me think they were real, ha!' I giggled. 'Aww you thought Barney was real? That's cute!' 'Nah,' he said laughing, 'I mean, the show made me think dinosaurs were real as a kid, so funny, right?'. I was so perplexed. Was he trying to tell me they never existed at all? 'You know…' he carried on. 'like when you used to believe in Father Christmas, I thought dinosaurs actually existed, too'. I paused. 'But I mean…they…did…?' I said slowly, nervously giggling, thinking he must be having me on. 'You believe in dinosaurs, babe?!' he said, with a questioning, serious look on his face now. I found myself questioning my sanity. Had I had too much to drink? Was I completely out of touch with reality? Was I being Punk'd? It was like one of those dreams where nothing makes sense. 'I don't 'believe' in them…' I finally said. 'There's historical evidence they existed on earth before us. Bones. Fossilised footprints…' Surely, now, he was going to tell me he was just joking. 'You're SO funny babe!' he said, rubbing my leg and sighing, like I was a ditzy airhead. This was going to be a long night. I was going to need another shot of vodka. 'So, question…' OK. OK. This was my last attempt to convince him. 'You've never been to the Natural History Museum? And seen dinosaur bones and all the evidence?' 'I mean, yeah,' he said, waving his hand dramatically 'but it's not REAL , is it?!' It was time to give up, although I couldn't stop laughing (to myself, on the inside). More Trending The rest of the date was lighthearted and fun – he was a really nice guy: Charming, chivalrous, and funny without realising how funny he was. I did fancy him. But I knew nothing serious would come of this interaction, nor did I presume it would when he had a sea of girls pining after him constantly. But he was harmless, and interesting. We did see each other again, quite a few times, and I always enjoyed my time with him. But if I ever hear his old songs come on when I'm out in a bar, or on the radio, I always have a little chuckle and remember the night when I was laughed at for 'believing' in the existence of dinosaurs. Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I'm a human cash machine for my kids – I'm completely to blame MORE: A nice woman rented my room – then I discovered her boyfriend's identity MORE: I was enjoying shower sex with my date – until he looked down
Metro
09-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
I was enjoying shower sex with my date - until he looked down
I was 19, I had just come out of a long-term relationship and was looking to experiment sexually. After countless swipes to both left and right on a dating app, 'Congratulations! You have a new match!' flashed on my phone. He ticked all the boxes – he was attractive, liked animals and made it clear in his bio he wasn't after anything serious. I am going to call him George. George sent the first message in classic dating app style, 'Would you like to borrow my tuner? You're looking pretty sharp to me'. Although his opening cheesy line didn't grip me, I was thrilled to have found someone suitable so soon. As we got talking, we found that we had quite a bit in common — both of our main passions included reading and listening to electronic music. We warmed up to each other pretty fast over text and confirmed we would like to keep our relationship strictly physical. We arranged our first date for the next day. He didn't drink alcohol so we didn't start off in a bar. Instead, I did a few shots of tequila before heading to his flat. When I got there, I was relieved that I found George attractive. He exuded sexuality and inevitably, one of the first topics we discussed in greater detail was our sexual history. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Both of us had come out of long-term relationships and felt that sexual boredom played a big part in our breakups. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Once we were comfortable with each other and the conversation followed a rhythm, I suggested we try anal sex. I wasn't nervous, surprisingly, when I asked if he had tried anal – to which he said no. The confidence paid off as it turned out anal was something we both really wanted to try. After reading a basic guide to anal sex on Women's Health , we were exhilarated and ready to try it out. We quickly decided on a safe word, 'Lego', in case one of us felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop at any time. It wasn't long before Tame Impala was blasting through his speakers. The shots of tequila I did earlier kicked in with a bit of nausea, but we both lost ourselves to the hypnotic production of Yes I'm Changing. After a bit of foreplay, the music moved with us into the shower, which is where we felt comfortable doing it for the first time. I turned the shower on and hot water trickled down both our bodies. I took a few deep breaths before we gave anal a go. Even tequila couldn't prepare me for the first time – it felt like an uncomfortable medical procedure. But I persevered and the steamy shower definitely helped get me through. George was also gentle and went at an appropriate speed, which helped with some of the sharp pain I felt to begin with. But the sore part was soon over and I got to enjoy something I've been wanting to try for quite some time. However, just when I was beginning to understand Gwyneth Paltrow's obsession with anal sex, the music stopped playing. I turned around and George was looking down at himself and back at me in confusion and disgust. Before I could ask what was wrong, he asked: 'Do you know what pinworms are?' Pinworms, also known as threadworms, are tiny worms that lay eggs around the anus area. It's an uncomfortable infection I was very familiar with as a child. I was infected several times between the ages of five and nine. It's easily passed on from one person to another, as the eggs can be inhaled from the air or deposited onto food, but medication is easily accessible. Not all pinworm infections are accompanied by symptoms, but signs that you have one include: intense itching around the anus not being able to sleep properly due to discomfort around the anus skin irritation in that area visible pinworms around your anus or in your stool A pinworm is roughly 1/4 to 1/2 inch in size and look like small worms with a tail that tapers to a point. It was clear to me by that point I was infected with pinworms – although, I had none of the symptoms. The most common symptom is an itchy anus, which becomes intense overnight. I was embarrassed to admit I knew what pinworms were in case it made me look even worse, so I lied and asked him to explain while I tried to clean myself up. He pointed at the worms on his penis; it felt like I was in a science lesson at school, investigating through a microscope. There were several of them, extremely small in size and still wiggling. He explained that he had had it as a child. I was relieved with his familiarity, but I was too awkward to speak, so I just nodded. By this point it was already quite late and he didn't feel comfortable sending me home so he made me stay the night. We spent the rest of the night in silence staring at the ceiling. More Trending He tried to lighten the mood up by showing me some of his poetry and the type of porn he enjoys watching. But I think I preferred the awkward silence. The morning couldn't have come quick enough. Without engaging in much conversation, we both got up and raced for the door. His destination was a pharmacy and mine was anywhere but his flat. I didn't look back as I left and I made sure to delete his number and all forms of contact. It's safe to say that was the first and last time I tried anal. View More » This article was first published May 25, 2024 Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. 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