fuck
this shit is hard. This dating shit. I mean, seriously… how do people do this? I really think that whatever part of the brain that allows people to connect with strangers is absent from mine. That, or I hang out in the straightest places in Atlanta. Which I find difficult to believe. I really don’t have any gaydar, which has always been a problem, but it seems moreso to be an issue now.
When Geoff and I started going out, I didn’t really know what I wanted, but now that I’ve grown up so much, I know what I’m looking for in a person. It’s just that I don’t know how to find it. I have the extra difficulty of having to sift through all the people I’m interested in and try and find someone who’s actually gay, but that can’t be an excuse forever. Other gay dudes seem to get by. I don’t know if the problem is that I have standards or if they’re too high or what.
And then there’s the guy that I flirted with last Saturday. The guy who didn’t seem to remember me at all when I tried to chat him up this Saturday. Yeah, that guy. That was really good for the ego.
Whatever, at the very least, these misses just cause me to spend more time out of the house and socializing with new people, which I guess is a good thing, for now. Call me in six months time and we’ll talk.
