As a gay man with loads of gay friends I am acutely aware of the terrors of gay dating. The old joke seems most apt: "What do lesbians do on their second date? Rent a U-haul truck. What do gay men do on the second date? What second date?!"
Chatting with friends in our new home of Portland Oregon this Labor Day Weekend 2007 after hearing all sorts of stories about broken hearts and broken dreams, I blurted out that I would be writing a blog to show gay men that they are not alone when a date fizzles. So here it is.
Why do things go to dust after an intoxicating first contact? We're working on the answers, but first some of the excuses:
The Rugs. After weeks of intense and personal phone sex with a guy in the Maryland suburbs, a Saturday date got cancelled when he said he needed to shampoo his rugs. And after that zero contact.
Car trouble. A Boston dude phoned to say his car broke down/was stolen. I forget which, but we never met.
1 comment:
Nice job.
Other excuse:
My daughter or one of the family members is coming to visit.
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