I was at a party a few days ago; I naturally survey the room
for the most attractive bachelors. A guy with nice wavy hair and a tall stance
immediately gets my attention. I begin to make eye contact, we start talking, I
lower my eyes slightly, hands are to the side, all the signals are sent, and
the guy offers to get me a drink. Success.
Latter during the evening, I ask one of his friends, the guy’s dating info. This is when I find out that he’s been dating Beth for a while. Eke. A woman’s name, I’m stunned, I had faith that my gaydar would once again succeed, yet I was at a mixed party so I should have known. All of a sudden I felt like I was in high school and totally into the wrong guy.
I once again find my renewed interest in gay bars. These are safe havens where I know I’ll be hitting on a homosexual male. Fine they might not be into me, fine they could turn into a cocainhead, yet they will be gay, this is assured – quite often anyway.
I also miss the days that we didn’t have to worry about words like technosexual, pomosexual and hetroflexible. That simple gay and straight was enough to raise fear in our hearts (wait, is that a good thing). I just want it all to make sense, really, I’m confused, dating is hard already, now throw in my often bent gaydar and there is catastrophe waiting to happen.
I just want none of it to truly matter, more on Multisexuals tomorrow.

I know what you mean bout the Metrosexuals. I see so many good-looking guys who wear the right clothes and have that "gay " look to them, but I can never tell anymore whether they're family or not. It's so frustrating!!!!
Posted by: Greg | January 17, 2005 at 12:53 PM