We are different on many levels but we had a few important things in common: I hate when people tell you how love will find you when you stop searching and all that zen crap. Nobody knows how the universe works. What makes the difference in the end is persistence and clarity about what you want.
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Two to six months anyway. Once upon a time I had a heart. In the beginning, like most gay men, I was a hopeless romantic.
My desire for love was incurable, slightly insatiable, and a little bit terrible. Initially I plunged heart-first into love only to get ravaged by cold and heartless hunters who saw my heart as nothing more than a status symbol, trophy-esque compliment to their dick size and a testament to their fledgling egos.
After a while, I decided to be smart about love, more prudent, more cautious, less frivolous with my investments but still no dice. The men these days have too many hangups and way too many options to ever want to settle down and actually build a real life. So in my disillusionment, I became a hoe.
A stupid hoe.
One that fucks for free. Seemed like a solid plan right? This is a community that abhors responsibility and lives for cheap thrills, stolen moments and casual encounters of the absurd kind. How can you bargain on love with thieves who only offer counterfeit love to jack you of your spirit? This is what solidified my decision to avoid the relationship tilt-a-world and instead find community, love, and solidarity in random fucking.
I realize that fast sex and slow head are all these men have to offer.
Gay Dating with EliteSingles While there are a lot of gay dating sites for men seeking men out there, not all of them cater to those guys who are seriously searching for a lasting relationship. The hopeless romantic guy. The short guy. Plus I voted to leave the EU, so deep down he secretly despises me. Nice enough guy, but too much of a cultural difference to form anything significant. The left wing hipster guy.
They are incapable of REAL love. There comes a point where you forfeit the fantasy and settle on the reality. So here I am: Heart sold separately.
Give me the booty and the cream and then leave in the morning.