Posts tagged dating

I think I’m ready to do this. I’ve been single for a year and a half now, mostly because I wasn’t ready to date (even if Nick, Jay, and Gary might want y’all to believe otherwise). And I don’t mean “wasn’t ready” in the sense of being traumatized by any past relationship — I wasn’t ready because I’ve been focusing on myself. My last relationship ended in part because I wasn’t comfortable giving myself and my time to someone else. But I feel like I’m in the midst of turning that around and I finally feel prepared and confident enough to be open to a new relationship. So imma start dating and maybe gets me a boyfriend-huhns this year, huhns.

I don’t expect this to happen quickly or on the first try, so why not chronicle the events of this “search” for you all to enjoy as well? Duh. Obviously.

So the journey starts today. I always always always believe that if you’re looking for love then you need to put yourself in places and situations where you’re comfortable and where men of interest can see you, run into you, talk to you, etc. Duh. Obviously.

Today’s my last day of vacation so I came out to the Castro to walk around, have lunch, read, blah and blah. While eating at Crepevine a total hottie came in and sat down to eat two tables away. Without employing the Gay Stare at him I tried making eye contact, but to no avail. And all was made futile when some dumb lesbian sat at the table between us, blocking his view of me. #FML

Then, noticing the book (review coming at the end of the month) on my table, the lesbian struck up a conversation with me. We started talking about the book club that I started at work and about what kinds of books we like. At some point I forgot about the hottie and was totally into this lezzie. I told her I tend toward novels about women and she said “That’s weird because I like books about men. Although that makes sense coz I’m a manly girl and you’re a girly man.”

At this point I notice the hottie get up and leave, but out of the corner of my eye I could tell he was looking at us as he passed. Yeah, he left and nothing came of that. And eventually my conversation with the lesbian ended and I left. But the great thing to take away from it is that I seemed approachable enough for someone — lesbian or otherwise — to strike up a conversation with me. Also, that I’m clearly recognizable as a girly-man, and that our conversation was interesting enough to get the hottie’s momentary attention when me just sitting there eating wasn’t.

I’m ok with this slow start to my odyssey.