Meander

It’s upsetting to save a newly bought shirt for a Friday night in anticipation of a date that is really just an excuse for a one-night you-know-what, and be cancelled on because of a very good and honest reason (I’m sure). If I was less hygienic, I’d probably get in the habit of wearing the same new shirt the following day because you’ll never know when you’re going to get lucky. And what is the deal with new shirts anyway. I don’t know what but I know that it’s important to be at least OK-looking, especially if you have some serious zit issues. At the very least, you could wear something new and try not to look terrible.

I love my bed but I don’t feel like sleeping on it on some Saturdays and I know I’m such a bore about what a huge deal Saturdays are, no need to point that out. I would say that it’s a promiscuous gay guy-thing, the not wanting to sleep on one’s own bed on Saturdays, but I’m sure that is more of a promiscuous person-thing. But if you can imagine the difficulty of finding a non-slut, honest and discreet (this is a quality that may anger some of Us but let’s face it, discreet is one of almost everyone’s top qualifications) partner, then you can probably Find It In Your Heart to understand why most homos are such bores about being loveless, depressed, suicidal, etfuckingcetera.

About the only time I ever got close to having a decent (and by decent, I mean not much whoring issues involved) relationship was when I found it in my heart to log in to some site that mainly exists as congress for single boys, which is really a sad site. But you know who’s sadder. And the aversion to sleep in your own bed leaves you no choice but to go to that other bed, the one where there’s strobe lights and disrobing on ledges.

So what I’m probably trying to say is that I wouldn’t want my wearing of a new shirt to go to waste, and that somebody other than me ought to appreciate that I took the effort to wear something new, which is arguably pointless. Or it could simply be that I’m attempting to make an introductory statement that is meant to lead to the idea that looking for a relationship in the wrong places is just as wasteful as wearing a new shirt for a date in order to look nice. All of these sound pretty stupid to me. So allow me to try another approach. This was supposed to be about having, finding or being in gay relationships and I’ve obviously failed to drive at any point. So I probably should have just very plainly stated, ‘It’s very hard for gay guys to look for a decent relationship’. This post, like the thing it very vaguely meant to take on, is a futile effort.