Alone Again, Naturally

So the 28 month mark is rapidly approaching. I still can't believe it's been that long since I've so much as touched another man, not just played with, but even hugged, kissed, you get the idea. It feels like every time I try to make something work or a friend tries to find someone for me, it just never works out. The cowboy doesn't respond to my emails or make any effort to try to talk to me. My high school flame doesn't talk to me either. I swear, I'm just a bullseye for empty promises and lack of follow through. I signed up for yet another online dating site last night. Yes, I know, maybe fourth time will be the charm. It everything I had to not burst into tears while answering their profile questions.

How many men have you dated in the past six months? Zero.

How many men have you dated in the past year? Zero.

How many sexual partners have you had in the past month? Zero.

How many have you had in the past six months? Zero.

How many have you had in the past year? Zero.

No wonder I'm depressed! Priests get more action than I do.

What does a smart, semi-attractive young man have to do to find a nice guy? Body glitter is a deal breaker though!

My lesbian boss says that if she were me she'd be out there playing every night. Someone young like me should be out having fun. But where is the line between having fun and promiscuity? That's one line I refuse to cross. And it's a line that gays have a knack for blurring.

Sometimes I wish I were straight.

No that's not true. I'd have to like vag if I were. Ick....
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