Saturday, 6 September 2008

Little Wobin Wentboy

I'm certain the concierge thought I was a rentboy.  After a bizarre failed meeting with someone who had a divinely muscled body (a personal obsession) I take out the trusty iPhone and arrange another hook up with a bloke staying in Canary Wharf.  At the Four Seasons, Canary Wharf.

The doors of the hotel are routinely locked during the wee hours so one must attract the attention of the concierge to even get into the lobby.  I explain that I'm here to see a friend, no I don't mind him calling up to make sure that's OK with my friend since it's 2am.  So much for the Belle de Jour technique of marching confidently to the lift (note: only possible during certain hours of the day!)  The concierge shows me to the lift and up I go.  I emerge about an hour later freshly showered asking to be let out.

Leather jacket and jeans with that behaviour: definitely rentboy!

4 comments:

Joshua Carrey said...

Hey, that is SO funny! Maybe I need to take some tips from you. I am trying to rediscover my inner slut and I need all the brazen tricks of the trade that I can get!

Sir Wobin said...

I thought it was worth a laugh. Can't be taking oneself too seriously. It was kind of fun to look at myself through the concierge's eyes. :-)

There was just nothing I could say. Trying to say anything would only have made it worse. Smile and wear that freshly fucked look with pride.

GayFireFighter said...

I like your style ;-)

GB said...

I've done quite a few hotel visits in my time LWW :-). I definitely always adopt the "walk confidently to the lifts" technique, the only problem being that the location of the lifts isn't always obvious. I guess the proper wentboys know the layouts of all the important hotels!

GB xxx