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Gay Contacts was a place that fitted. It wasn’t in your face like the other, and they had lots of information there. I mean I had no idea what an ‘Abigail’ was until I read their slang terms page. It sort of well, made me have some hope and so I registered. It didn’t cost anything and they even had some helpful hints on filling out my profile. I liked that because I suck at writing about myself. All in all it made things easier for me.

What really set this place apart from the other was I got replies. I mean it didn’t take long before there were messages for me, emails really that are directed to me without me knowing the other guy’s addy or him mine. I kind of liked that to begin with. I had my share of rough meets at the bars, so this was kind of nice to have.

First couple weren’t my cup of tea. They simply were looking for a good time, and while I like that, I was hoping for more. Still if I was into a casual fling, I’d have taken up one or two of them. So I held out, and you know I am rather thankful I did. I met Walter who seemed nice from the outset. He didn’t feed me any BS either. Right off he told me he was no Greek God, and he even included a picture for me to look over.

It helped, and I replied with one of myself. No, nothing too sexy or provocative either. I mean it wasn’t just about the sex, least not for me, not then. Still I was hoping and okay so he wore glasses, had a bit of a paunch. So what? He looked clean, seemed nice and after a few more emails I knew he was just that. He wasn’t some punter looking for a quick romp.

By end of November we had exchanged a few emails and PMs, and finally got up enough nerve to talk in the free chat room this place provides. It was a bit unnerving but really easy to set up and well, things went from good to great. We hit it off and I didn’t have to wait till the next day to get his replies either. I rather enjoyed that and before I knew it we had chatted for over an hour.

Kind of surprised me we had so much to say but we did. I wasn’t bored either and well, it felt good. Again taking the advice they post on their site at Gay Contacts, we met in a nice public area. It wasn’t a bar or pup either which was nice. Walter it seemed wasn’t much of a drinker. Oh he liked a bit of red wine with his meals, and sometimes a wee bit after too, but he wasn’t one of those beer guzzlers I was used to. He had class, and it all felt right.
We got along, still do and in fact it is why I no longer hate the holidays.

This Christmas I am going to have dinner with him and his folks. See his family didn’t kick him out, in fact they support him totally. They have no problems with him being Gay and I even met his mum. She’s a doll for an old lady, but you know, it was nice to see her smile when Walter walked in. She even smiled at me and shook my hand. Like let me say how much of a difference that is last time I saw my mum. She was screaming blue murder and I am sure the whole block heard her cussing me out. This year, though no cussing and I am off to pick up some presents for them too. He has a younger brother and is into radio controlled cars, something I love too.

Its fun, because you know I visited there a few times and Guy, that is his name, the younger brother. He didn’t give a damn I was Gay and his folks, they didn’t come popping in every three minutes to make sure I wasn’t molesting their youngest. It is almost like being a part of a family again, and I can thank Gay Contacts for it all. That and being desperate helped me realize, the holidays really are as I remember them. I just needed to find a real family.