I arrived in Washington after nearly 22 hours of travel and was in a bad mood considering I had not slept much. Welcome home! Scrappy is booked to fly in to today. He’s all excited.
In the course of the last days, I’ve had a chance to catch-up on a number of the other bloggers linked to the right. I read continual stories of missed opportunities, people who turned out not to be what they had wanted, bad manners and bad communications.
In my own life, Prof. Tim (my good friend in Chicago) had proudly announced he had a new boyfriend. A 20-something Eastern European. Tim normally doesn’t announce his relationships, recognizing how gays can be. I took this as a positive serious sign.
Well 2 days later, Tim is telling me his “boyfriend” has gone radio silent after attending his birthday party. Some unanswered text messages. Tim lets it lay. Finally, a brief email to the guy, “what’s up and your non-communication is rude”. The reply, a single line, “Thanks, I’m not interested in dating right now.” So much for “boyfriend” status.
The inability to find a perfect mate isn’t limited gay guys (though they whine the most). But worse is guys who get married to total bitches, have some nagging kids and spend years trying to convince themselves they’re happy with the whole situation.