Quick write up. Title pretty much says it all.

I (27) was on a citytrip in London recently and decided to spice things up by hooking up. Quickly I came across a relatively nice profile on Grindr and the guy seemed quite into me. We talked a bit and agreed to meet for some light fun, and an hour later I was on my way to his place.

As I enter his apartment I realise he (32) is rich and affluent, and good looking too. We start talking and I realise he is high, but I don't care really as I'm in an explorative phase with drugs myself. A few minutes later he subtly mentions something about drugs and I show interest, so he immediately suggests to take a line together. He fetches his tray and tells me he's on meth.

Having discovered drugs relatively recently (<1y), I have had exposure to the most common ones, but only used them recreationally for partying. Meth had never even crossed my mind. I remember I asked a few questions about his usage and the effects, and mentioned I had never had sex on drugs before, which he didn't really reply to (unless for saying it's similar to 3MMC, which I knew well), and without much hesitation I decided to snort a line with him.

From that point on I lost complete track of time and turned into a talking tornado. The guy had invited me for sex but I would just keep talking and talking and talking. First about light topics, but as time passed more and more about heavier personal issues. The guy would listen and give great advice, and occasionally talk about his life too. While I exposed myself massively to him, he was slightly more discrete though, with the occasional omission of a question I'd ask.

At some point we started making out and getting more physical, but I never took my boxers off (thank god). Though he tried initiating sex several times, I always felt safe and comfortable around him because he always respected my no's. I was horny myself, but always kept it off as I thought the conversation was more interesting.

I think after a while the guy gave up on sex and we just continued talking about life. Of course this was all on drugs but he was such a good listener and provided me with great insights for some key issues in my life. So I thought our connection transcended the drugs.

It all lasted about 8 hours, I remember at some point he told me I should leave in 2 hours as he had an important day at work the day after, (clear indicator this is common practice for him). The last hour or so he had clearly come down and started doing random stuff in the house (the usual when you want a hookup to leave). When I finally decided to leave, he took my phone and gave me his number. The goodbye felt heartfelt and on my walk to my hotel I felt like I had just met the guy of my dreams (- meth), when I arrived in my room I saw he had blocked me on Grindr.

The day after I woke up anxious and confused and texted him to meetup and discuss what had happened and ask why he had blocked me. He replied 8 hours later saying he was busy, had deleted the app from his phone to focus on himself, and would be happy to meetup a next time I'd be in town. This is where the realisation kicked in that he just didn't care about me. Two days later, being the hopeless simp, I sent him a long text thanking him for the chat and insights and saying I hope to meet again soon, which he just hearted.

It's been several days now and though the feeling is not as burning anymore (especially after reading up on chemsex on Reddit), I'd still book the first flight to London if he were to invite me. The experience on meth was nice but my mind is more excited about meeting the guy again. Though an addict, I felt like I could see through it and see the spark in his life which I was looking for. My feelings for him are definitely invigorated by his wealth, status and prestige.

He didn't show much interest the days after, but I am a bit puzzled by why he gave me his number as I left, and why he didn't block me after a few messages. I can't figure whether he feels bad for having introduced me to chemsex, lost interest as I exposed myself too much, or whether I was just the quickest person to respond on Grindr that day.

Looking back, I am relieved we didn't have sex, as I don't know what that would've given. I vaguely remember he had several sores and wounds on his arms and legs, indicating he'd been up to no good.

I don't have a particular question, but wanted to share this experience and see if others have similar stories to share? Any advice to forget about him?

In regards to meth, I don't really know how to feel about it. It didn't feel much different from the other drugs I've taken till date. Definitely not dying to take it again anytime soon.

I know I talked about many red flags casually, yes. But otherwise the story would've been 3x longer.