I’ve always been the type of guy that gay guys fall head-over-heals for. I can’t count the number of times a gay friend or acquaintance has begged me to “switch teams.” I get along with the gay community very well, and they happily accept me. And it doesn’t hurt that I can cook up a storm, either.
On the other side of the coin, I’m completely oblivious when any woman hints that she has some sort of interest in me. I’ve missed a lot of opportunities because I didn’t pick up the hints. Basically, a woman has to flat out tell me, “I like you.” The gay men who have hit on me don’t drop hints. They tell me straight to my face.
I’ve discussed this with my friends and they agree: Gay men tend to be more overt than women when it comes to expressing interest in another person. Why this is true is not to be argued here; only that it seems to be generally agreed upon.
So then I realized that my romantic life would be so much easier if I was gay. I wouldn’t have so many long dry spells, and I think I would be in healthy, more understanding relationships.
But alas, I’m not gay. I have no physical attraction to men. And it’s not something I’m willing to “try out,” either. I’m adventurous, but not that adventurous.
Why is this in the BBQ Pit? Simple. My inexorable attraction to women is preventing me from living a healthy, active dating life. Not to mention that sexual activity every once in a while would be nice, too.
So has anyone else noticed this about his or herself? Share your tragic stories of living a heterosexual lifestyle here.
Adam