Where Have All the Good Guys Gone?

I’m genuinely lost on where all the good guys have vanished to. And no, I’m not talking about the tweaked-out, drunk, tranny messes or the twinks who practically live at the local gay bars. I mean the sweet, romantic guys—the ones who enjoy a night out now and then but prefer spending time with close friends or the guy they’re seeing. Why is it so easy to find the wrong kind of guy but never the one you actually need in your life?

I’m not asking for Mr. Right—I don’t think I’m ready for him yet. But I do love the idea of being in love and having a committed relationship (or as committed as two gay men can be—let’s be real, men are whores). I’m fine with a little play, as long as it’s upfront and preferably involves me. And yeah, that might sound a bit jaded, but when have I ever been PC?

I’d like to find someone I can actually spend time with, maybe even settle down with one day—but not just yet. I’m still young. Partnership can wait at least until I hit 30, which is still a few years away from my “23ish” life right now. If something serious happens before then, I won’t fight it, but I just want more than the random tricks and the exhausting cycle of one or two bad dates.

I want someone to hold at night. Someone I can call just to talk about our day. Someone to have a nice dinner with. Nothing too serious—just something that feels like more than a hookup, but not quite a husband situation yet. Every once in a while, this world can feel a little lonely, and it would be nice to have someone there. Does that make sense without sounding like a romance novel turned cheesy Lifetime movie?

Wow, I’m rambling about finding someone like a teenage fat girl two weeks before prom—right after realizing Edward Cullen is actually just some pasty English dude with bad teeth. Ugh. I hate the idea of being that guy. And yet, here I am, realizing there’s not much difference between gay men looking for love and women looking for love—except that gay men usually dress better and have more options. (Even if those options suck.)

Oh well, here’s hoping that something—or someone—good is just around the corner.