define psb wrote:PS : Back from the Netherlands and............................

Yes ! do continue?!

How are your two pussy cats?
I didn't get to see any pussy on this visit. In fact, I didn't get to see my ex at all. We're not speaking at the moment.
A lot of it is to do with something that happened when I visited in March and, for one reason or another, escaped a 2-3 year prison sentence thanks to the quick thinking action of someone else.
I also asked my ex if he would like to put me up for my Queens Day visit at the end of April and he wasn't interested, and wasn't interested in going to it at all.
Anyway, when he found out that I had made alternative plans by asking some friends of ours to put me up he sent me a rather unpleasant email basically telling me "I hear you're staying with **** and *******, well I hope that you can keep it on a friendship level and not an intimate one, if you know what I mean. That would hurt me a lot."
I don't know how others feel about it, but the way I see it is that I haven't been in a relationship with this guy for seven months now, and it's a bit rich and a bit late to start getting possessive, especially when he was the one who ended the relationship, more than once.
Who is he to say who I can have fun with, or who his friends can have fun with? What do you readers think?
The fact is that the friends in Holland are a couple the same age as me and who have been together almost ten years and, like a lot of gay couples who've been together a while, have an open relationship.
They've been friends with my ex for years (met on the beach at Scheveningen near where I used to live) and I always used to feel that when we would go clubbing with them, he always tried to keep me away from them and divert my attention ifit looked like we were getting too friendly, which meant that I never really got to know them all that well myself.
However, in my mind there did seem to be a little sexual tension between myself and the tall, toned handsome one (not that the other one isn't goodlooking, he is, but I rarely go for blonds), who is the more flirtatious of the two, and when he once asked me if I would like my relationship to be an open one my boyf was not amused, accusing him of putting ideas into my head!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I fancied this tall one quite a lot, and thought the blond was quite cute too, and sometimes thought about what it would be like we could be together but I was determined to remain faithful.
When I went to their house to tell them that the boyf and I had split the day before, I, erm, suppose I had fun on my mind, seeing as I was now single. But I was rather disapointed that nothing happened. It was the first time I'd been to their place without the boyf and, as our sex life had been in decline, really was up for something at that time.
Maybe in retrospect they didn't think it was a good idea, I dunno. I was a bit emotional from the split and they probably thought it wasn't a good time, and they didn't want to be seen to be taking advantage of a man who was down. So we just talked and talked about what had been going on.
I playfully grabbed the crotch of the tall one as I left their place at midnight, a bit put-out that they didn't invite me to stay the night and I had to go back to the ex's house. Apart from the odd chem-induced friendly kiss and playful tweak of nipples or arse-grabbing when we were out clubbing, that's as close as we ever got to being intimate while I was living in NL.
The next time I saw them was when they came to visit me in hospital a month or so later. For those of you that know me from Aimoo you'll know why I was there. The relationship was back on again and but it lasted less than a month, and then my head was completely f*** up...
Then I was forced to go back to the UK whether I liked it or not, and I never saw our friends again, though I sent them a message bemoaning the fact I was leaving NL without saying goodbye and hinting that we've missed out on all kinds of fun.
We stayed in touch sporadically thru email but each time I'd been over to NL this year we our plans couldn't coincide and we were never in the same place at the same time. It was so frustrating, especially as I really felt I had some unfinished business with one half of the couple!
Finally, I needed a place to stay around Queens Day and they offered to put me up for the first time, although the offer was very nearly withdrawn when I got mad at them for telling my ex I was coming, furious that once he heard the news he was still trying to tell me what I could and couldn't do, months after we split, while pretending to them that he was OK with it.
So eventually, after weeks of uncertaintly, I arrive at Luton airport on Weds afternoon to check in. Only it wasn't as simple as that!
Oops, I gotta go.............