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GAY HOLIDAYS
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Hello Project, I read on your blog the story of Fredrik and David, I cannot deny that it is something that moved me and reminded me, even if a bit from a distance, certain atmospheres that I too lived. Frederik and David are undoubtedly two exceptional people and have managed to cope with the difficulties, but things have never happened to me that way even when I worked hard with all my strength. 
 
I am 29 years old, I don’t feel very young and I didn’t even feel so in March, last year. I came out of an impossible story, I had fallen in love with a twenty-four heterosexual guy, everything went well until I told him the truth, we were close friends but when he heard it he answered me more or less as if I wanted to rape him and then he disappeared.
 
With the tattered spirit I started to surf the chats. I say immediately that I have never looked for people too much older than me, in fact, I think that after 24/25 years the beautiful of a guy begins to fade, for me the ideal are the guys about 22/23 years. In the chats I always look for guys of that age.
 
So, I'm going to chat and I'm looking for ... but things don’t excite me. At some point I get an email from a 40-year-old man (40 just turned), I don’t answer, he sends me a second email very relaxed, that is something quite enjoyable ... I answer with a little comradely as it's usual on the net but without affectation ... so the story started.
 
At first I was very hesitant, if I had been ten years younger, I would not have had any qualms but he seemed too old for me ... at the end of April I met him in person and he made me a certain effect, a handsome man who did not show at all his 40 years. There was complicity, I was fine with him even because we rarely were able to see each other, no more than once every 15 days, because he lives 250 km away from me, the second time I went to him we made love and it was nice, different from how I imagined it but beautiful, and a little I began to really fall in love.
 
At the end of June he proposes me to go on vacation with him for 15 days in the first half of August. I tell him yes right away but I tell him that I would prefer to stay in the room alone, this without any prejudice about the fact that I could make love with him, what indeed seemed obvious to me, as well as desirable, he tells me that there isn't any problem, then I ask how we would do for the costs, because I work and I’m economically independent, and here began the first note out of tune: he tells me that he will think of everything, in fact he thinks that I should be grateful for this, but I tell him that I don’t like it and that we must be on a par, he makes a scene but then accepts, but says it in a way that I don’t like at all, I point it out, he responds seriously and reassures me ... I'm calm ... and I start the countdown.
 
For all of July we didn’t see each other because he was not in Italy. He sends me an email and tells me that we’ll take the plane  from Maplensa for Canada on August 2nd. I get ready ... I cannot wait for it to arrive on August 2nd. August 2nd arrives, he comes to get me, we go to the airport. It seems like a fairytale. Super comfortable travel. We arrive in Toronto ... fabulous places. We start a tour of Canada of 15 days, every evening in a different place. The first night I find myself with him in a double room ... I ask him why, he replies that single bed rooms were not available, I don’t argue, we make love at night. Beautiful, undoubtedly. In the morning we get ready, he calls the taxi, we go down, I ask him to settle the bill to 50% as agreed, he only answers that the accounts we would have all done at the end.
 
Great day, Canada is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. In the evening at the hotel we end up again in a double room, I ask him why, he tells me again that there were no single bed rooms ... I go down to the reception desk and ask: there were more than 20 single bed rooms available! I feel angry, I go back to my room and I tell him, he answers me with a half fake smirk as if he were in a porn movie. I look at him and say to him: "No! I'm not your toy!" He raises his voice, he reproaches me stressing that it was he The one who paid the bill and the plane ticket and he even tells me: "You can also repay it in nature!" A joke so stupid made me just explode and I jumped on him and beat him with all the strength I had. I took my bags and left in a single room.
 
He called me on the phone and started begging me and apologizing. I stupidly returned to him. He had a black eye and cried like a cut vine, he begged, I felt sorry, he seemed inconsolable ... in short, I let myself go to make love with him another time ... I was making love with a forty year old that I didn’t want anymore but that had made me feel sorry! At what point I had arrived! ...
 
During the night I thought of every possibility: to leave him alone there and go back to Italy, but then he would have felt betrayed and his reactions were unpredictable; or to finish the trip with him, then speak clearly and close the relationship ... in short, there was only one hypothesis that I didn’t even take into consideration, that is to stay in contact with him. I didn't leave him there, the next day we were in separate rooms and we didn’t make love anymore. I saw him humiliated, I felt sorry, but if I had appeared even a minimum condescending, things would have started again as before.
 
I go to the heart of the matter. Since we came back to Italy I didn’t want to see him again, he texted me and I changed the card, I had to change e-mail, in a sense I was also sorry, in fact he did nothing terrible against me, but we would never get along, the main fact is that we didn’t really love each other, we were two desperate people trying to solve each one his own problems... but this way a couple relationship makes no sense. He wrote me at least 10 letters with traditional mail. He sent me the last one to wish me merry Christmas, you can read it below: "Hello, all right, I'll leave you alone, I did a lot of nonsense, but I think in the end I really would succeed to love you. Good luck!". This mail has put on me a great sadness. I have not heard him for more than 30 days now. The story is over this way.
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