There is something about a good compliment that goes a long way. Of course the ego boost is nice, but it's really the openness that is so attractive. I am a sucker for someone brave enough to tell me how much he likes me.
MARC BOLAN [super sexy guitarist I met at a festival over a month ago] called last night. We sat on the phone for an hour, discussing self help books until he suddenly announced that he was leaving his house and walking toward mine. I hung up, got dressed, and walked out the door to find him on my corner. Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me, then pulled away, looking me up and down and said, “Nice shirt. You look really good.” Then he turned us around and we headed down the street.
An hour later we were at his apartment. He asked if I’d spend the night, adding, “I won’t seduce you or anything. My dick’s tired.”
But when we got to his bedroom, we lazily took off all of our clothes, as though we’d been together forever. Then he looked me up and down for almost too long and declared, “I like you and you are gorgeous.”
Sold!
It was one of the most relaxed first times I can recall. No surprises, nothing fancy, yet very good.
I might give MALCOM [technically-married friend] a second chance tonight with dinner and a movie, but first I am stopping by MARC BOLAN’s for round two.
