Further to my last post, about the difficulties of trying to date men with 1) a job, 2) a place and 3) a car, I've had a rather startling realisation.
I wrote down the names of my seven closest single gay friends, the ones I see at least every couple of months. Of those seven, only two had a job, a place and a car.
And if we redefine place to mean, "a place they can actually invite people back to", the number drops to zero.
Zero. Out of my primary gay social circle, I'm the only one with a job, a place and a car.
To really grind my face into the raw concrete of failure, I then ran the test on my coupled gay friends.
To a man, every one of them has a job, a place and a car. And, obviously, a partner.
W. Somerset Maugham once refered to himself as being "first among the second raters" as a writer. Apparently I hold a similar title in dating. I really am the King of the Losers.
I wrote down the names of my seven closest single gay friends, the ones I see at least every couple of months. Of those seven, only two had a job, a place and a car.
And if we redefine place to mean, "a place they can actually invite people back to", the number drops to zero.
Zero. Out of my primary gay social circle, I'm the only one with a job, a place and a car.
To really grind my face into the raw concrete of failure, I then ran the test on my coupled gay friends.
To a man, every one of them has a job, a place and a car. And, obviously, a partner.
W. Somerset Maugham once refered to himself as being "first among the second raters" as a writer. Apparently I hold a similar title in dating. I really am the King of the Losers.
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