Sorcerer said:
I don't think he's gay. I had a friend like him a few years ago. He was a cute blonde surfer guy who was straight but very open minded. He let me kiss him and he said it did nothing for him. I told him I was attracted and he said he wished he was too. We lay in a full body embrace for a long time and it was sweet...he actually apologised. A little while later he was making out with a female friend of mine and they got it on later. The next day at work, I thought it was going to be awkward (some people from work had seen) but he nonchalantly mentioned it to some others that he'd sucked face and groped me on the bed. I vouched for his heterosexuality. I can honestly say...there was no physiological reaction. I had NEVER had that happen with a guy. He was definitely straight.
I hear frustration more than anything. I hear someone trying to find their place in this dysfunctional thing called the human race. Having been on both sides of the fence, I'm going to say that dating in gereral sucks but straight dating is worse. In some situations it's cheaper for a straight guy to just go pick up a whore. I never found the level of gold digging on the gay side that I found with straight women. The worst part of dating in the gay world is holding someone's attention. Guys don't want to commit and can't really look me in the eye...they're looking over my shoulder to see if something better might be coming. Concepts like Speed Dating make me sick to my stomach. If you're interested in party games, that's fine but you'll never find Mr. or Ms. right that way.
I think Pooky is looking for a way out of where he is, whatever that means. I hear discomfort and loneliness. The best advice I ever got when I was single and lonely was this:
Be what you want to attract.
Thanks, that was a really nice post. You and Madame Zora seem to see where I'm coming from most, but thanks to everyone who posted...except maybe the dude with the hat, cause I seem to annoy him so much. But as to your advice "Be what you want to attract"...I can think of a couple different ways to take that. For instance, in college I went through a big 70's glam rock phase and wore platforms, skin tight jeans, teased up my hair, did lot's of drugs, and went to parties wearing eyeliner. I looked like a girl, and lo and behold, I got lots of girls. Lots. But I'm sure that's not what you meant. Perhaps you can elaborate, because I'm occasionally slow.
p.s. To those that cite my supposedly dick-craving posts in other threads as a sure sign of weak wrists, know that I have many reasons, all of which boil down to my own dick and ego. If you must know, I have a fantasy that the genie from Pee-Wee's Playhouse might one day grant me my wish for a huge penis, and I want to be sure I get the measurements right. There, now you can poke fun at me and be mean like Man-With-Funny-Hat.