As we all know, I’m just a huge picky whore who just needs to focus on finding a nice guy and dating him.
Well here’s a fresh example of an attempt at doing just that:
In January I joined the gay men’s chorus. And while it’s fairly intimidating to walk into a room of 150 gay guys you don’t know, at least we all share a common love of music and performance. I’ve been trying to put myself out there and meet some new potential friends.
And I met Mike.
I liked Mike right off the bat. Yes, there was something about him that I found attractive. Masculine. Beard. Smile. And talking with him was very easy. I only smiled medium and lightly flirted– and was flirted with back. Occasional glances during rehearsal, that sort of thing. He was confident and a bit snarky and… fun!
Everything was coming up Milhouse!
So last night at break I found him and decided to take the next step.
cb: hey slugger!
Mike: did you get my text?
Cb: um… No? You have my cell…?
Mike: sure! How else could I stalk you? Kidding– I don’t have it.
Cb: well, maybe we should exchange numbers. And then maybe go out sometime… If you wanted?
Mike: oh. Well, I have a partner.
Cb: of course you do. Why wouldn’t you.
Mike: do you have a partner?
Cb: ah… Nope.
Mike: that’s too bad. Why are you still single?
This is basically what I deal with all the time. I am forever meeting guys with whom I have an affinity, only to find out they are unavailable.
And then I endure the “Awwww, why are YOU still SINGLE?” Inquisition.
It’s getting old.