Just Say "NO!"

I went out last night, not expecting much as I didn't know of anyone else who was going to be out. I started in Comptons, where some older guy tried to chat me up by comparing their chandelier to the one in the Phantom of the Opera. I went on to the Duke of Wellington where a guy and his boyfriend complimented me on my arse (it happens a lot) before uninvitedly feeling me up! I moved to the other side of the pub and saw Russell Tovey walk by. Somehow, whenever I see him I always manage to catch his eye. Even though I was inside and he was outside, he turned around just at the right moment. Initially I just thought, "good looking guy," then (and I hate to say it Russell) I noticed his ears, which were being pushed down and out by his woolly hat, and I knew it was him. I smiled, mostly because I hadn't initially recognised him and this was when he looked at me. I think I am destined to talk to him at some point. The pub was really quite dead so I moved on to Rupert Street which was busy as always. I was followed around by a European guy, who I had heard talk about me when he first walked through the door. He had said "What about that English boy." I was put off immediately and so moved away from him and his mate. Unfortunately they followed me, and then he followed me to the bar and tried chatting me up there. I just acknowledged his question, whatever it was, with a smile and continued to ignore him.
After a couple of drinks here I moved on to Barcode. Soon after getting there, and slightly falling for the cute new, and surprisingly chatty barman, I saw Alfredo and we spend a while together, before he went and chatted to someone else. I was pretty drunk by now, though how I don't know as I had only had about 6 pints and 2 Red Bulls, which isn't a lot for me. I went to the toilet where an guy I wasn't attracted to flashed me his huge cock (it must have been as thick as a Coke can and long too!). I was intrigued but left him to it, got my coat and left the bar. I don't even think I said goodbye to Alfredo. Whoops!
I was walking back to the bus stop to come home when I saw a really good looking guy walking the other way. He stopped and chatted briefly and we started kissing (I told you I was drunk) and he invited himself back to my place. I agreed but made certain that he knew that there would be no fucking going on! I repeated it to him several times and, as the concept seemed alien to him, we went over what we could do. He said this was okay and we got a taxi for expediency.
When we got back to mine he immediately wanted to fuck me! I had to tell him several times that it wasn't going to happen and when I thought we were going to have some fun he still tried to fuck me (without a condom too!). I got up, went to the toilet and when I came back he had got the hint and was getting dressed ready to leave. Shame, as he was a lovely looking guy with a nice cock, but I don't put up with shit like that. Unsurprisingly, I got to sleep pretty quickly after that.
When I woke this morning I found that he had left his Calvin Klein watch behind. I have no way of contacting him, I'm not even sure that I can remember his name (despite him telling me about 3 times). So, unless he comes back for it, it looks like I have a nice new watch! That's something at least to make up for the hangover I've had all day.
Now I have to get ready for work. Bummer!