P had split up from the boyfriend that he found late last year and had decided to visit Paris for Easter with a friend that he met on gaydar. It was a pure coincidence that myself and boyfriend number 1 were in Paris for Easter too, but when P had told me over lunch the previous week we decided to meet up for supper together while we were all there.
"We're not children you know," I laugh at P, "so if you've got a juicy story lets hear it!"
"Well, honestly GB, it was AMAZING!"
"Uh huh? What was so amazing then?"
"Well P, the way you drool over anything cute in trousers probably gives you away!" I laugh. "Anyway, where did you end up?"
"Hmmm," says P, pretending to be offended. "Well, we ended up having a couple of drinks with these guys, and then they were heading off to this place called The Depot that they'd heard about. So we went with them and it was the highlight of the trip so far. I mean, it really was heaving with great looking guys!"
"Honestly," adds P, "we don't have anywhere like it in London. There must have been two hundred or more guys there, all after one thing!"
"So it's better than that place in Shoreditch then is it?" I ask.
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