Oh Romeo oh Romeo, what's next?

In this season, or should we just say summer where one festival chases another party, loud music and bright lights, young and the old, or more mature. Old seems to be such an ugly word. We are all out and about, for some the being out has more in the meaning as just feeling a breeze on your skin.

We all seem to move on a certain beat, or drum or melody. The sun is out, and so are we! With these few weeks we go almost in overdrive to present ourselves as the young, free and sometimes single, happy person, but what lies behind this summer glow?

It used to be the Christmas season where we longed for the company of others to fill the dark days at the end of the year, and to be able to celebrate this family friendly period with our loved ones. But while travelling home from work yesterday one of the DJ's mentioned it in relation to a story about a celebrity “falling in love” all of a sudden. Hang on, was my thought, this is part of my “later in the year” thinking, are they really trying to confuse me here? People lets keep things where they belong, and leave the desperate partner period be the one that starts when the Christmas spirit shows his festive head.

Summer is the time to meet people and in the “heat” of the moment fall in love, or get a hormone rush, short simple and causing havoc in your head and pants. Funny to see how certain areas can be directly linked to the grey mass. So here it is, the party season, dressed in light and comfortable clothes, although some in their tight outfits can hardly be comfortable. We are still under the pressure to show off all we have worked for in the gym after the festive season of binge food and drink.

We all move in the rhythm of the beat, and while we do that we are hoping not to much of our fat waist or other parts move in the opposite direction, this for the ones who did not have enough time to tighten all bits and pieces according to the skinny look. When I think of dancing it takes me back to the days I went out and danced many of a Saturday night away. In those days (and already sounding like my granny) we were fashion conscious but not so into the starving look. Sure we were present in all shapes and sizes but just not the “pencil” people. If they try to dance like we did they will snap, and who wants to be hurt on the dance floor? Other than for romantic reasons. Yes, there are some nice to look at people out there, but I want to hold something in my hand because it is nice, romantic, fitting to the season and not protect them from a sudden draught when a door opens and they might be sucked out by a nice fresh summer breeze. I do understand now why they go to the beach to sunbath and walk, heaven forbid they will brake an ankle while swimming.

But back to our modern day Romeo’s, what and foremost who are they? A true romantic,imaginative spontaneous guy, have you seen one lately? Some admit to thinking about it but are fast sidetracked by the facts that it deserves a thought after great sex with the opportunity for a second and maybe even third run. Nothing seems to be for free any more. So Romeo what are you up to? For where ever you find one, tell me about it. Lets factor in that we are here having a Romeo meets Romeo scenario, at the best of times. Some times it is simple, the case where a more gentle person, may one say feminine like appearance might help to establish who will get up first and make breakfast. But when gender is in equal share present it might be a bit more complicated as just making coffee and trying to find your way in the fridge of another person, once you are asked to stay the night that is. A date, a night, the next morning, depending on the action of the last night or lack of it. Are you truly welcome for breakfast? It is somewhat of a special thing if you are allowed to watch what ever appeared to be handsome wake up the next morning. Just for a moment think of yourself looking in the mirror after a long and sweaty night, this if all went according to plan. Mesmerizing about the effect of waking up after what should have been a one off. Where do we draw the line, or feel the need of arrange breakfast, or perhaps a little more. When does this dating for action change into feeling a little more like a hug, the old canoodling. When will the brain take over from the hormones and think: “this is fun, lets make more of it.” is it in part you or the other who ignites the sudden change in hormonal mental balance. Romeo never once thought about sex and leaving before sunrise, he was the one true prince, even one without a horse seems to be able to fit the bill. We are still far away from breakfast or serenading under a balcony. But how are we progressing form the fact that we selected each other for some fun between the sheets to a person we want to make or buy breakfast for?

The app just has the function to chat select and meet, nowhere it is given that there is a possibility for “extras”, who knows he might have an allergy, so buying him orange juice might set his stomach off. At least when talking condom you know when he is allergic because he will have his own, risk free stack.

I think there is room for another app, the what’s next or after option. But for sure we are moving into the real dating section here. Bit of a grey uncharted area when it comes to gay man power dating. You simply don't show up for a round on the mattress with a cooling bag, in case you need to offer a snack, or yet worse breakfast. So young man from Padua or somewhere else for that matter, make up your mind before heading out for the comfort of a strange bed with the trimmings of naked delight. Is it just the physical or are we going for the hotel option of booking a plus plus. Added extras will cost more, and who will foot the bill, Shakespearean etiquette will not help you in these peril moments. It is up to you, young lover, courtier, who might already be scared by the words you have never noticed.

Romance and sex or sex and romance, you need to pick a sequence one relates to the other in different settings in a complete different way as you might think. Nothing in love and sex or the game between two lovers is set in stone, that is one of the still unchanged things since time began. Being a man with a man does not make it easier or more tolerable, we still need to establish who is who and does what before or after. Being of the same sex is an added bones in the game of roles, where it makes playing easier, as you know all the bits and pieces, romance throws you of your balance.

So my good fellow, my man of the world, standing in line for croissants and orange juice, I can not lift your spirit or doubt, you need to communicate before, check your hormones or simply take a risk. The risk of making the right choice for breakfast is easier as to fall in love or simple lust.

Romeo, oh Romeo be on your way to Padua and find your fair prince!!! I bed you good night!