Names Dylan as you might have guessed. I'm 18 and from England. Also a loser so beware
I felt like there was a flirty vibe between us, but I wasn’t sure, and I HAVE to be sure… When I was running up the Champs-Élysées with the people in Paris, one of them asked if he could come back to my hotel room that night because he said the Metro wasn’t going to be able to get him back to HIS hotel. I knew he was sort of making that up, but I didn’t know. I knew he liked me a bit, but I didn’t know.
It got to the point where we’re in my hotel room, we’re both under the covers half naked, and I’m STILL going, ‘My god, but what is this? What is this? I don’t know what this is! What is this? WHAT IS THIS? My penis is in his mouth, but is he joking?!’”