The Guy Called Sacha (@theguysacha) • Collective gay friends app

The Guy Called Sacha @theguysacha

East Londoner, travel addict, panda meme enthusiast.

Dreamland, Margate.

Sunset. Margate.

Oh lord, please send me a frozen margarita and a lively dance floor.

A storm is coming.

Oh what a night.

Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club never disappoints. Peak East London queerness.

Am I feeling positive and motivated or have I just had one too many iced coffees?

I’m so sick of not being abroad.

Me, when he says I’m cute even though I just woke up.

Asked ChatGPT to guess my star sign based on my interactions. Got it right immediately.

Yuzu chilli beef.

Almost forgot this was the whole point.

Found a place to grow I feel wonderful Found a place to bloom I feel beautiful

Just looking for someone to treat me like a Lime bike.

Shadows in the sunshine.

Dating tip. Message them at 11:11 They’ll think you’re their destiny. You’re welcome.

Me, in the heat.

Post work cool down.

Single and ready to... ...have an existential crisis.

On a scale of Kylie Minogue to Lana Del Rey, how’s your mood today?

Almost forgot this is the whole point.

@collective : You may be interested in this gorgeous guy with a moustache and travel photos. Me: Duh.

Summer daze. London in the heat is unlike any other city. But I’m not going to complain when the sun is shining. London, June ‘25.

Obsessed with this wallpaper.

Always happiest when I’m sharing tacos with great company.

Brunch. May ‘25.

I just want to eat tacos and go to Japan.

Hmm maybe we drunk a little too much. Or not enough.

Night time in Bruges. Bruges, May ‘25.

Me, when he asks if he can see me again.

Tacos at Deep Dive. Margate, May ‘25.

Beside the seaside. Somewhere near Margate, May ‘25.

London, innit. London, May ‘25.

Anyone want to go get margaritas tonight?

In the light of the evening sun. London, April ‘25.

Life ain’t bad. London, April ‘25.

Blue sky Barbican. London, March ‘25.

Me, when I try to flirt.