A good friend of mine visited over the weekend — in fact, the first real, live human being to hear me admit that I was gay.
Of course, she had been trying to get me to say it for years, but that’s aside from the point. I mean, really – who wants to take that leap of coming out to someone and their reply to be, “I told ya so!”.
All along she’s been kind of guiding me along, there for the questions and rantings and whatnots. A resource, if you will. She’s also taken on a mentoring role with me, pushing me to do the things that were most uncomfortable: coming out to my straight friends, trying out the online dating thing, finally sitting down and talking to my parents and family.
The topic of conversation this time around? Why I’m not dating. Or really getting out at all, in a lesbian sort of way.
I told her that I had started up the online dating thing again, but remain convinced that there’s nothing but wackos out there. Or – at least – my ad seems to attract the wackos. Which could certainly be the case. I’m a wacko magnet.
So, then we started going through my (short) list of friends that could either hold potential or be culled for blind dates with their friends.
Which didn’t go so well either.
One case of an interest on my part, but none seemingly on the other (not that I’ve asked or anything… that would be weird… and might ruin a friendship….). Another instance of someone who I think would like to be sexting buddies with me, but I’m certainly not interested in that (my thumbs get tired so quickly).
And there ya have it. My potential dating social life in a nutshell: going abso-fuckin-lutely nowhere.
We were both in agreement of this.
Her solution? Move up by her. Because apparently Wisconsin has a disproportionate number of lesbians. And they’re all just waiting for ME to show up.