Trust Issues

On Friday night a friends of mine from Liverpool came home for the weekend, I had not seen him since Christmas and it is always a ritual with us to go on the gay scene everytime he is home to catch up. I don't generally go out on the gay scene in Dublin as I have no gay friends living over here and it is depressing going out on your own. I left the house and for the first time in a long time I felt really good, I felt I looked good and felt very confident and at ease with myself, in my mind I knew I had no interest in meeting anybody but if it happened that would be fine.
We had a really good time and a great catch up, we went to all the bars and finally ended up in the George, probable the oldest gay bar in the city and I find that the place never changes and it is always the same old faces. I got a lot of attention but I really was not interested in hooking up with anyone, I was having a good time and I think that is what people where seeing.
The last time I was out on the scene I met a guy and was very attracted to him and he seemed very interested in me, we texted each other for a while and I kept pressing him for a meeting but alias he was involved with someone else and I decided to call it quits. I meet him again on Friday and he was all over me like a rash but I found myself so turned of by him because I knew I couldn't trust him if I was to start anything up with him.
The whole gay scene is so seedy, I am not saying their are not nice guys out there but they are just really hidden and I think it would take me a long time to trust anybody I was planning on getting into a relationship with but it doesn't bother me that much not being in a relationship as I have a good family, great friends and Holly and I think that is more than enough for the moment.
On the way home I got a taxi and told him my destination, I proceeded to fall asleep in the cab and when I awoke I found he had brough me to the other side of the city, I asked him where he had brought me and I was in Booterstown, he insisted that I told him to bring me there, when we finally arrived at my house the fare was 40 euro. I told him there was no way I was paying it and he threatened to bring me to the police station, I said fine and he could explain how he brought me to the other side of the city instead where I told him. He than said I could give him 30 and call it quits but I refused, I told him it usually costs me about 12 euro and that is all I was willing to pay, he threatened me again with the cops and I told him that the nearest cop shop was down the road, I was not budging and there was no way I was going to let him rip me off. I felt very empowered and eventually he agreed to the fare, It was good standing up to him, he was just trying to take advantage of me because I was a little tipsy but he picked on the wrong guy. On Saturday I slept most of the day and it was the first lie on I have gotten on my holiday.
It has been a good week, I have got a lot done and Holly has become my shadow as she has been with me 24/7, I love that pup.