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First time going gay

... hair and eyes. He'd been in the US since he was a teenager and had a very light accent, his English near perfect. He explained that it was his job to help me find a home, settle in and to help me better know the whole San Diego scene. Jean-Claude drove me around San Diego, helping me explore potential places to live in. He'd often make comments concerning the various neighborhoods we visited; he was there to help me decide where to settle. At one point he said, &#034Now this neighborhood is considered 'gay'. I am not sure how you feel about that, but the homes are very nice, and the streets are clean and safe. I should know, I live nearby,&#034 he laughed. &#034I hope you don't mind if I ask, but are you gay?&#034 I said. &#034Why of course! How can I not be this beautiful and not be gay,&#034 he said in an exaggerated French accent. I laughed in response. I'd warmed to this Frenchman during our brief time together. &#034Would you like to see something here, or shall we go on?&#034 he asked. &#034I think this may be just right,&#034 I answered, surprising myself. We looked at several homes in the neighborhood when I finally found what I was looking for; it was a beautiful town home. The current rent was very high, much more than anything I'd ever paid, but I'd received a massive relocation and 'semi-severance' bonus along with a salary increase as part of my agreement to transfer to the new firm. &#034Will you take it?&#034 he asked. &#034Yes, when'll it be available?&#034 He ...

... discussed things with the agent and returned to me. &#034I've arranged for your move in three days. The unit will be freshly painted and re-carpeted prior to your moving in.&#034 He had also negotiated for a minor reduction in rent and even a reduced deposit. &#034Amazing, you're incredibly efficient.&#034 &#034It is what I do,&#034 he said. He then titled his head slightly to the side and continued, &#034Besides, I live only two blocks away and I think I may enjoy your company.&#034 He drove me to my hotel, a fairly long drive. During that time we spoke of our respective homes, Minnesota and Bordeaux. The conversation then became more personal, slowly slipping into the sexual arena. He asked, &#034Do they have gay men in Minn-e-a-po-lis?&#034 I laughed, &#034Of course, its not the North Pole.&#034 He continued, &#034And are you gay?&#034 My expression dropped, I wasn't sure how to really answer that one. He noticed and said, &#034No, no, no, I have stepped outside of decorum.&#034 &#034No, its OK, it's a question I often ask myself.&#034 &#034Well, I 'am' gay!&#034 he proudly said. &#034And I am tested often for everything!&#034 he actually winked at me. Rather than answer his question about my being gay, I said, &#034Would you show me the nightlife of 'our' neighborhood this evening,&#034 &#034But of course,&#034 he answered, again slipping into that exaggerated French accent. &#034I shall pick you up at nine sharp.&#034 He dropped me off at my hotel. I went to my room and ...