Interrogated by a local

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Hi.

On my recent trip, to Saigon I met a nice young man on Grindr. He invited me out for drinks with his friends at a diner in one of the back streets off Đề Thám. Despite the obvious risk of getting rolled, I took up the invitation. (Though as a precaution, I stuck my ATM cards, my good phone, and most of my cash in the hotel room safe, before heading out to meet him).

The risk turned out to be worth it. He was a lovely guy, of 25 years, very good looking, was clearly into me and I was into him. He was just passing through Saigon, and was visiting his friends here. They were really nice too. I had a great night. They paid for all the drinks, food, cigarettes, everything.

Only one sour point in the night: some tough guy at the diner came up and and decided to interrogate us. He tried talking to me first, with his broken English. But my new Grindr friend quickly got between us and started answering all his questions.

My Vietnamese is pretty poor, so I couldn't make out what they were saying. Whatever the nosy twirp's problem was, this was the first time, in all my visits to Vietnam, that I've received any hint that anyone there even gives a shit what I do.

And I find it ironic, because it was one of those rare occasions when I was doing absolutely nothing sordid, or even sleazy. Sure, I'm in my late forties, and he was in his mid twenties, but we were both consenting adults who clearly liked each other. So who cares? At this point, there wasn't even any suggestion of money changing hands.

Anyway, the nosy moron nearly soiled the atmosphere of the evening. Luckily he didn't succeed though.

Grindr friend came back to my hotel room that night. He fucked me twice, I fucked him once. After we'd run run out of condoms, we had to find other, creative ways to satisfy each other, until 4am, when he had to leave to catch an early morning coach to his hometown.

I asked him if he wanted money, he said no. I walked him back to his hostel, where he'd stashed his stuff, bought him a beer from the convenience store before he went in. We shared a cigarette, Facebooked each other, and made a conviction to at least try and catch up, if we're ever in the same part of the world again.

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