“I met one person. Of Nigerian nationality. He was very attractive. I met him at that point as a way to get my mind off a guy I was crushing on. Anyway, I was looking to have sex. And I said as much. We decided that maybe in our next meeting this would happen.
He told me that he used to play for a football club in Nigeria. This was in a town some distance away from his parents’ home in Lagos. He didn’t enjoy working for his father’s restaurant, it was awkward to ask for money, odd to take orders from his father, etc. His father wasn’t happy with him having moved to this football club and wrote to him asking him to return home. When he declined, his father using his contacts with the local militia, declared his son as MISSING and there were posters of him all over! Left with no choice. He went home. Then his father, wanting him to pursue studies further got him a ticket and visa to India.
I asked him, why India?
He said because Indians play cricket. Not football.
Anyway, he was refreshingly different in how forthright he was about his various shenanigans. And I had till then only met men who aimed to woo by portraying some farce of monogamy …that he was telling me of his status as a boytoy by so many married women in Bangalore was good fun.
We lost touch and nothing physical happened. Recently I got in touch with him again with my sudden urge to have sex and nothing else. Not wanting to change my mind this time I went to his place, we had rather boring 2nd base action. I was open to having sex, but he wasn’t open to having period sex. Anyway, there wasn’t any real chemistry so I didn’t pursue it further. Period or no period.”