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My life in numbers



For a gay guy in London life is full of many choices - most of my choices are wrong.
But how did all this happen, and even more importantly - when I was sinking deep into the shadow of relationships, it all ended. 
Do I still have the hope of being happy with a house in a big city, a cat, two ferrets, do life all the time throw me towards devil jaw - wanting to get, hmm, best not to mention it ...
My life in numbers...
  •  11 years old my first time with a friend - my best friend from the school, we called it "foolishness"
  • I was 5 when I received a note for bad behavior for the first time in school
  • When I was 31 I finally faced up with my body
  • 6 times this year I refused to go on a date
  • At the age of 16, I was sleeping with the married guy and his wife! I started taking antidepressants. Visits to a psychologist. I started running from school
  • 33 finally I have reconciled that I am gay, that my love for a cock is more than a caprice ...
  • 2 - times I think "I was in love"
  • 2 - times I probably ...
  • 117.9 days on my iTunes
  • 7 - is the number of Christmas in the last 7 years I spend alone
  • I have 2 tattoos
  • 93 - times I've listened to Michale Buble " Georgia on my mind" on my iTunes
  • 13 - I lost my virginity with a girl ... it was a guilty alcohol ...
  • I was 16 when I pierced my ears
  • 15 - when we with the best friend stopped "fooling around" after almost 4 years. We have never talked again. He will finish his days in jail for murder ...
  • 26 I pierced my lip
  • 496 - contacts in my phone, and I still don't have to who to call
  • 3 times in the last two weeks I was offered to work as an escort
  • 16 times - I went to Kaunas (the city in Lithuania) visit the guy whom I was dating... Now I can't even remember his name ...
  • 21 when my best friend left me in Lithuania and moved to live in Chicago ... after 23 months my other good friend did the same thing ... there is something in it!
  • 72 months ago - mine and the other guy heart were broken.
  • I was 22 when I finally decided that talking to a stranger about my problems did not solve anything - I began to drink antidepressants again ...
  • About 20, when my best friend decided he was probably a gay but could not accept it - so he joined the army. I think I was in love with him...
  • 4 - so many times I tried to commit suicide. Someone always says to me, I'm not quite fit for this world
  • Today, I have been told already 3 times that I'm too honest ...
  • 1 when I want to meet that ONE MR. RIGHT again!
  • 18 - thrown out of the home ... about the same time I stopped sleeping with the girls... just, the vagina did not work for me anymore...
  • I was 19 when the first time guy tried to lick my hole ... I was shocked gathered my things and run away...
  • 32 - I moved to London
  • 3 - times I cum today
  • 2 - a number of ferrets I want
  • 4 months ago when I last time felt a nude guy body...
  • at least 1 a week I feel the biggest looser in the world

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