Dating is Miserable but it’ll get you laid

17May/108

And we’re back!!!!

So after a horrendous virus, multiple re-installs, new spam plug-ins and a bunch of other stuff that drove me crazy for over a week DiM is back!

I somehow managed to finish my 1/2 marathon without dying and I almost looked like a real runner while doing it.  Slow but steady didn't win the race but hey NO DEATH!!

My stay in Santa Barbara was beyond a trip. Put 16 good looking people in a house and there are many stories not suitable for young ears/eyes.

Highlights from my continued time with FirstName LastName:

+ The other night FirstName LastName and I went to dinner at his brother-in-law's restaurant where he introduced me as his "ummm.....friend". He then spent the weekend bouncing around terminology: dating, hanging out, girlfriend, etc and then somehow said "oh yeah...that woman...she lives on our floor". I giggled.

+ I introduced FirstName LastName to my running friends last night at our post season soiree. I somehow didn't think it through entirely as I threw him into a whirlwind of booze, dancing, yelling, and inside jokes. This lead to:

+ FirstName LastName and I had our first "fight". The entire night FirstName LastName kept talking about meeting up with his friends so I assumed he didn't want to be there and he thought he was keeping me from my friends. This lead to FirstName LastName making some kind of comment about how he probably isn't that important to me which made me assume that since he thought he wasn't that important to me I must not be that important to him. CUE DRUNK TEARS. But you bitches know I cry at everything.

+ FirstName LastName may be the most incredible man on the planet. I won't go into details because as we all know, feelings have cooties and cooties make you barf.

And the funny part:

+ The man with the least amount of Peter Pan syndrome I've ever encountered took me to see a production of Peter Pan the other night.

The irony was not lost on me.

14Mar/1013

And Sunday always comes too late

Sundays are the worst.

There is nothing like Sunday to remind you of your single status. My sister is gearing up her husband and the neicelings for another busy week. Dee and her fiancé do "scrub down Sunday" on their apartment. Sunday is the day you recap the weekend with your honey and de-stress before another busy week of workin' for the man. Sunday is an official relationship holiday equal to New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, or Halloween.

This Sunday I am even more aware of my single status since I had a bit of a rough night last night.

It started pleasantly enough with a house warming party in Oakland. The traditional Blow Your Lunch Punch (pretty much everything in your liquor cabinet mixed with champagne) and Lady Gaga dance party made an appearance. As I headed to a club in San Francisco I stopped to use the bathroom and was <sarcasm> thrilled </sarcasm> at a lovely interaction with the local PD about my "solicitation" practices.

My dress was sexy but it wasn't that scandalous.

I drank WAY too much and danced (a sure sign I drank too much) at the club and decided 3:45 AM was the perfect time to call last weekend's hot make out session that I've hung out with a few times since and assault him with the "What are we doing?" question.

His answer did not make me too happy.

I, yet again, got the "I just got out of a long relationship and despite the fact I'm 30-ish I'm really just into acting like a drunk frat boy and banging a lot of broads".

At least he was honest.

The joy of it all?  I CRIED. Yes, C.R.I.E.D. It wasn't the fact this guy doesn't like me, I get rejected constantly, it just played into the fact I consistently feel completely inadequate around the guys I like. I feel like I'm never good enough.

me: I hate dudes like so much
Friend: I hate them too
its not your fault at all
you are gorgeous, funny, easy to talk to, you make people feel really good about themselves, you are accomplished, you like beer, you are basically every man's dream
and these stupid boys don't deserve you
me: around dudes I'm just a dud

If my ego and liver weren't already bruised enough I'm also sporting this lovely gem with little clue as to how I got it.

So here I sit on Relationship Sunday wishing there was someone here to watch movies with and laugh about how ridiculous my life is.

Sundays are the worst.

3Feb/1014

And thirdly, the code is more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules

One of the bizarre traits I inherited from the C Family Clan is an ability to sleep with the tv on. In fact, I sleep better with a bit of noise as opposed to complete silence. Last night as I was falling asleep and re-watching He's Just Not That Into You for the 2938180938th time I started thinking about this quote.

Random Guy: A girl will never sleep with you if she calls you "cuddly" or "dependable", if she pops a zit in front of you, if her name is Amber or Christine, if she takes a dump in your bathroom, or if she takes leftovers on dates one, two, or three. I know it's not scientific, but I'm just saying, you were warned.

I actually have a similar standard set of guidelines as well.

Note To Women: If a guy is named Adam, Eric, Chris(topher), or has only 4 letters in his name he is more than likely going to be a jerk. If a guy farts the first time he is over at your house he will treat you badly in the long run. If a guy doesn't pay for the first 2 dates he is only interested in sex. If a guy wants to stay at his house more than yours he more than likely has Peter Pan Syndrome.

Now if only I could learn to listen to my own advice.

16Nov/0911

So we laughed/ Compared notes/ We had a drink /We had a smoke/ She took off her over coat

I feel like I'm dating Tiffany.

Now don't get me wrong I haven't switched teams or anything, it's just Tiffany and I have been spending a lot of time together. She conned me into signing up for a 3 month 1/2 Marathon Training with Marathon Matt , on our cross training days we're swimming at North Beach Swimming Pool together, we hiked Angel Island on Sunday, we're working on a writing project together, we are both contemplating moves to New York, we're looking into sailing classes together,  she doesn't know it yet but I'm going to make her go to some whiskey festivals with me,  and I have been talking to her for about 3 hours straight over IM.

We're like seriously dating.

I'd say Tiffany and I have been strictly party friends over the almost 4 years we've known each other.  On my birthday this year when, for one reason or another, only one of my friends showed up to my birthday happy hour Tiffany rescued me from an extremely depressive day and got me rip roaring drunk. During our booze fest, Tiffany and I really got to talking. We both share a lot of the same frustrations; feeling like we both have an abundance of party friends who rarely want to try new things or new places outside of San Francisco, meeting men who suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome, a lack of much desired travel, feeling trapped at work, etc. We realized we balance each other out; she's an insane optimist with a fun loving spirit and I'm a self-proclaimed "realist who has a lot of bad stuff happen to them" who over plans everything.

All of this talking with Tiffany helped me realize why I'm so fucking hung up on the latest person to dump me.  It's incredibly hard to find someone who shares your values, life ambitions, goals, etc especially in a large city. The last guy I dated had a really strong respect for family, ambitions in life, desire to travel, interests that went beyond drinking, a heavy interest in drinking, etc. I think I understood 90% of his thought processes and I thought he would appreciate my extremely thoughtful nature that softens the blow from the rest of my quirks. All of these things are incredibly important to me and definitely something I'm looking for in a future partner. I still feel like I'm sitting around wondering what the fuck happened but for now I'm thankful to have a new significant other who helps inspire me to be the person I always thought I would be.

</dorkylovenotetoTiffany>

26Oct/095

Choose your own adventure

I can only describe last night in one word: epic. Since Zane moved to New York I haven't seen much of Tiffany. Last night her and I met up to grab "one drink". Tiffany and I can handle ourselves like the mature adults we are but if either one of us says "I can't stay long", "I can have just one drink" or "I have to get to bed early tonight" the other one deems it as a challenge.

We ended up at Chruch Key, a great beer bar here in the city, after a disastrous beer choice by Tiffany at Rogue. The Lost Coast Tangerine Wheat is the most vile beer I have ever tasted.  I'm so glad I took just a sip of her beer and didn't order one for myself. Thinking about it now makes my stomach churn but that might be the hangover.

ANYWAY, so Tiffany and I are sitting at Church Key. The bartender, Danielle, is awesome. She's bringing the entire bar together with anecdotes about being a bartender and her travels to Las Vegas.  Sitting next to me and Tiffany was a couple from Ohio on their honeymoon.  Tiffany and I struck up a conversation with the honeymooning couple about what they've seen, which restaurants they've been to, and where they have been drinking. They informed us they have 3 more days in San Francisco so Tiffany and I immediately busted out our San Francisco food and alcohol knowledge as the beers kept flowing. We made reservations for them at a few places, wrote down some more suggestions of things to do, and changed the subject to other things (mainly their wedding and how he proposed. OMG GIRL MOMENT)

After 5 rounds or so of delicious beer (mmmm beer ::drool::) and ridiculous conversation I gave Tiffany the S.O.S look. I needed food...like...RIGHT THEN. I had been craving In - N - Out Burger for a few days and was trying to con her into walking down to the wharf with me when the wife asked,  "What is In-N-Out?". RECORDS SCREECHED. THE ROOM WENT SILENT. CLOUDS ROLLED OVER THE SUN. THUNDER AND LIGHTNING BEGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay so maybe it wasn't that dramatic but it feels that way every time I find out someone doesn't know about In-N-Out Burger. I understand never going to an In-N-Out since locations only exist in California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah but never hearing of one is just.......unheard of! Tiffany and I tried to explain the greatness that is In-N-Out. The freshness of the fries. The secret menu. The toasted buns. The sick pleasure of Animal Style. The wife was not buying our theory on Animal Style so I leaned across the bar and asked the blonde guy sitting on the other side of the honeymooning couple, "Hey, if I say 'Animal Style' what do you think?". The guy replied back with "Fucking delicious".  Which lead to an entire bar leaving with me and Tiffany to get In-N-Out Burger.

Once we had all settled in with our burgers and milkshakes I discovered the blonde guy's friend was a matchmaker in New York for Jewish couples. The wife in the honeymooning couple asked her if she thought they were a good fit and I zoned out of the conversation because the blonde guy said, "I think we are a society that has evolved past monogamy".  Warning: Peter Pan Syndrome!

I let him explain his theories while I attempted to not roll my eyes. Once he finished I went into my tirade of how the Instant Gratification Generation (also known as the Now Generation) is partly to blame for the downfall of courting, dating, and long term relationships. I'll save this already tl;dr post and sum it up with this; it is normal to not be 1012% happy all the freaking time. Relationships are work. Human interaction is hard. Our generation has lost the tenacity to make romantic human connections work. Blonde guy and I bantered back and forth about our views for awhile. The entire conversation made me realize I'm actually not that horrible of a person to date.

One of blonde guy's main concerns was about "being someone's doormat" which offended me as I'm sure a lot of people would consider me a doormat in relationships. I won't lie about the fact I have issues. I was a heavy awkward kid with dysfunctional parents. I've been dumped more times than years I've been alive. After a good knock in the head and swelling in my brain I feel significantly less intelligent than I used to. All of that stuff adds up to some not so great head space sometimes. It took me a long time to be able to stand up for myself and feel worthy of being loved (Thanks abusive mother!) but overcoming all of that hasn't changed the fact I still try to be the Nice Girl in relationships.

I'm considerate of how my significant other feels and how my actions will affect them. I want to be involved in their life. I have no problem doing little things to help them out. I'm thoughtful. I don't do all of this because I'm hoping and praying someone will love me because I don't make waves. I do it all because a) I'm not a completely selfish self centered person and b) I like to have a little ethic of reciprocity: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". I'm attempting to lead by example. If that makes me a doormat so be it.

It may not sound like an epic night since I left out how drunk we were, the conversations we had, the fact I woke up with I ♥ Danielle written near my collar bone, and it didn't compare to the night I had to draw a diagram to explain what the hell happened but it was fun and I walked away feeling better about myself and where my head is at when it comes to L-O-V-E . Actually, it's more like strong L-I-K-E right now but you know what I mean.

18Sep/0911

AvidRobert’s: Gay Dating Is Miserable Too

Day 1: Arthur Kade, the "Bad Boy" who doesn't understand women.
Day 2: Kyle, the "Nice Guy" who has accepted it.
Day 3: Keane, the "Good Guy" who doesn't date
Day 4: Peter DeWolf, the "Writer Guy" who has women all figured out
Today: AvidRobert, the "Gay Nice Guy"

I've known AvidRobert forever. In fact, I don't even know him as Robert. I know him as Bob, my bffoml (best friend forever of my life). We've been through everything together: him coming out, moving, family, make ups, and break ups. He's probably one of the few people on the planet who gets my brand of crazy.

Why I Chose Robert:
I value Bob's opinion in the highest regard. He's incredibly intelligent, funny, big hearted, and loving.  Bob, like me, tends to get the shaft (pun slightly intended) when it comes to love. We were talking on True Blood night about how he's been meaning to write a gay version of Dating is Miserable and I immediately saw the genius in him writing it here this week  as most of his plight comes from being the "Nice Guy".

I’m a long time friend of Amanda’s and when she asked me guest write a blog about the “nice guy” I jumped at the chance simply because I think it would be fun to let everyone know what it is like from a gay guy’s perspective.

First off I’m going to let you in on a little secret: gay dating is miserable too. Let me qualify that by saying it is miserable if you are a gay man who is interested in a monogamous relationship with someone who shares similar interests and long-term goals.

Lets first look at the hurdles gay nice daters have to face

1. Delayed adolescence: We’ve all heard of SF Men’s Peter Pan syndrome, right? Well imagine little Peter on steroids in the gay world. Mix disposable income, a lifetime of repression, and a culture sopping with drugs and alcohol and you have a recipe for men well into their 50’s and 60’s sporting Abercrombie tank tops and fake tans with relationships being the last thing on their minds.
2. Sex: Straight folks have equipment that is designed to fit together. We gay boys don’t have that luxury. Tops and bottoms, oral only vs. anal, to a variety of other very very specialized fetishes cuts your dating pool even more. I also have HIV at the forefront on my mind with any new sex partner and have met guys who seem really great but whom are HIV positive which raises a whole new set of moral dilemmas that I am not going to elaborate on here.
3. 10%: There are simply less gay people than straight people. Even in a town like San Francisco where you can’t toss a handbag without hitting a homo we still are a significant minority compared to the straight populace.
4. Cliques/Types: Leather daddies, twinks, bears (and their friends the wolves and otters), mean girls, hipster fags, drag queens and their followers, muscle divas, party boys, and radical fairies! These are just a small cross-section of different subcultures within the gay “rainbow” and you need a glittery lexicon to even begin to understand the nuances of each type. These groups oftentimes self-segregate and break into even smaller cliques that tend to date one another. Considering we are already only 10% of the population imagine how hard it is to find someone who is your “type” (I think most of this is bullshit but its really how a large population of the gay community self-identifies as a type based on my experience).
5. Monogamy or just sex?: I could get laid every single day multiple times a day if I wanted to. Sadly, isn’t because I’m an Adonis, it’s because there are literally dozens of venues designed to facilitate sex for gay men. I can think of 5 gay sex clubs within a 50-mile radius. The internet makes this even easier. Let me showcase a small selection of popular gay websites (NSFW) manhunt.com, adam4adam.com, gay.com, craigslists MFM (with hundreds and hundreds of random sex requests every day), and bigmuscle.com. As I said, that is just a small sample of the platter of gay sex website offerings. If this isn’t enough and you still wanted to have sex you could always be all web 1.0 and head to your local gay bar and wait til last call to pick up whatevers left at the end of the night or simply head to the Powerhouse in the SOMA, it has a backroom just for sex! I think I’ve made my point that sex is insanely easy to obtain. So it raises the question, why would anyone want to be monogamous? It seems that most relationships I’ve encountered that have started in San Francisco (this is a big caveat as most gay couples who met before they moved here seem to be monogamous ) are open which means that the couples “play” together or separately. Call me old fashioned but I’m a one man kind of man and finding someone who wants something similar in the veritable smorgasbord of gay sex in San Francisco is quite difficult.

So now that I’ve ranted about the unique challenges that gay men face when trying to find long-term partners in San Francisco lets finally lead into the discussion of the “Gay nice guy”. I used to describe myself as a nice guy: someone who is caring, thoughtful, willing to compromise, attentive, and engaged. I still consider myself those things but what I did not realize that I was also a total doormat. With seemingly so few options for finding lasting love if I met someone who provided even a glimmer of long term potential I would pretty much drop my entire life in order for them to find me desirable.

Does he want to go out? Sure thing! Let me just cancel my plans with my friends.

Does he have a worldview that opposes mine? No big deal! I’m sure we can compromise (which turned into me compromising).

Doesn’t have a job? No problem! I can pay for dinner, the bills, whatever.

Don’t trust me? Great! Let me tell you where I am every moment of the day, restrict my Internet presence completely, and answer your irrational same questions every day.

That’s being nice right? Making yourself totally available and moldable into the person that your man wants you to be right? Pushing down your own feelings until they explode and you apologize for said explosion for months is nice right? I realized after a long relationship that being nice is not a synonym being a total pushover and letting someone else decide your happiness. In my act of being the “nice guy” I seemingly adopted some of the characteristics that both genders dole out and deal with: jealousy, low-self worth, inability to assert my own desires, feeling nagged, feeling codependent, and feeling smothered. I broke up with this person and had a moment of clarity about how I would conduct my future search for a mate. Out of this moment came….

Robert’s Rules for Gay Dating:

1. Let someone win you over too: Someone has to do some work to impress me just as I work to impress them. Dating is a two way street, not a blind alley.
2. Communication, seriously: Communication is by far the most critical thing in a relationship. Our minds create so much static and unease when we like someone that if you are not able to feel comfortable communicating with them it is likely there is no long term potential there.
3. Slow down: Take things at a natural pace and let things come as they may. The more you try to force things the worse they fit. If you take things slow you lessen the chances of committing to a bad relationship.
4. Flakes are for cereal boxes: If a dude breaks a date more than twice he is pretty much written off unless he makes a huge effort to explain why and sets up the next date.
5. Don’t expect someone to change: Do you ever meet someone and think wow they would be great if I could tweak this or they did this differently? If you go into a relationship expecting someone to change you are setting yourself up for unhappiness.
6. Treat it like an internship: In college I worked at the career center and we used to say having an internship you don’t like is just as useful as a great one, because it helps you figure out what you don’t want. If I treat dating the same way it certainly takes a lot of frustration away and I you treat like it a big learning process that will hopefully lead to you finding something that clicks.

Phew, I just wrote a novel! So in summary here are my findings about gay dating and being a “nice guy”.

• Rejoice straight people! Gays are just as miserable dating as you are (but we have a lot more sex)
• Being nice does not mean being a pushover
• Treat dating like an internship, the bad ones are just as useful as the good ones

-AvidRobert

27Jul/091

I may do a lot of stupid shit but I’m still a lot closer to love than you are.

My friend Tiffany and I are on a new kick. We're trying EVERYTHING dating wise. I'm not sure how she became my dating partner in crime but it's happened. We're both sick of being single and living the Peter Pan lifestyle.  We've signed up for EVERYTHING Eharmony, Seeking Arrangement, Seeking Millionaire, Crazy Blind Date, Okcupid, speed dating, and even random casting calls. It's rather interesting to say the least. I get crazy amounts of bizarre mail that goes unanswered but the experience is surprisingly insightful. Does it make us seem desperate and trying too hard? Probably. Do I care? No. Do I get good blog material out of it? Absolutely.

I guess the problem, and reason Tiffany and I are doing this, is it feels impossible to meet people organically. I know more people who met on the internet than couples who met randomly or were introduced through friends. It just doesn't seem to happen anymore. In fact the last time I told a friend I found their friend interesting they told me to "add them on Facebook". I wasn't looking for another internet connection I was looking for my friend to do a little reconnaissance and get back to me about it.

I swear to God the machine overlords are so close to taking over the planet.

16Jul/094

This isn’t going anywhere

As most things in my life are, my last post was a little passive aggressive and vague.

If you know me you know my main pet peeve in life is inconsistency in actions or feelings. If I like you I like you. If I don't I don't. In dating, I can absolutely not deal with people who are hot one minute and cold the next. Lately, Brohammer has been Prime Minister HotNCold. I finally kinda blew up at him about it after a Giants game the other night. I had thrown my back out twice in two days, could barely sit or stand, was feeling miserable, had been having a really tough week and on our way home from the game he told the cab driver "two stops". I was really in the need of some TLC and was annoyed he didn't sense that which lead me to finally asking him what his problem was. It was probably not done in the most productive mature manner I admit but I was not ready to be greeted with pretty much the biggest slap in the face,

"I told you I'm not looking for something serious. This isn't going anywhere"

You can imagine my surprise especially after the conversation we had on Pride Weekend. To be fair to Brohammer I am boiling down a 2 hour conversation into two sentences but I'm also not naive. I know this is boy speak for "I like you. I want to hang out with you but if something better comes along I'm taking it". He claims he always jumps into relationships and he is trying to change that. That he lived most of his adult life in the Midwest and now that he is out here again he wants to meet people. He claims he has no idea what he wants in a romantic partner. He says that while he isn't seeing anyone else or sleeping with anyone else he wants the freedom to be able to go out with someone if he is interested. Like I said, guy speak for "I like you. I want to hang out with you but if something better comes along I'm taking it:.

Me? Well I'm not devastated but I'm hurt. I can't remember the last time I had this much genuine fun with another person. I've never had a guy introduce me to, literally, all of his friends and have them universally like me. I've never heard my friends have so little negative to say. I am also struggling to grasp why in the hell he is even dating if he "doesn't want any relationship to go anywhere right now".  I'm struggling even more with why he wants to keep dating me if the relationship isn't going anywhere. It's not like I was trying to hand him the infamous boyfriend note but I was excited about seeing where things went. Now I am left confused, a little hurt, but mostly disappointed. Dating is hard in San Francisco with the Peter Pan Syndrome running rampant and this is just another kick while I'm down.

Now off I go to go spend 3 days in the woods with some of my best friends and Brohammer. Should make for an interesting trip.  I don't know why I'm so nervous about it.

29Apr/092

Growing up is for old pirates.

If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times, "San Francisco has the worst case of Peter Pan Syndrome I have ever seen".

Good ol' Wikipedia defines Peter Pan Syndrome as "Puer Aeternus is Latin for eternal boy, used in mythology to designate a child-god who is forever young; psychologically it refers to an older man whose emotional life has remained at an adolescent level, usually coupled with too great a dependence on the mother. The puer typically leads a provisional life, due to the fear of being caught in a situation from which it might not be possible to escape. He covets independence and freedom, chafes at boundaries and limits, and tends to find any restriction intolerable"

I just had the funniest conversation with a male friend who is also single and in the dating market that I thought I would share that covered the topic.

[Edited for length]

me: SF has the highest concentration of Peter Pan Syndrome I've ever seen
Friend: hahaha
I heard you mention that before.
me: When was the last time you heard any male between the ages of 25 and 40 who lives in SF talk about "settling down"
Friend: yesterday. [Friends] were talking about buying a place together.
sounds like settling down to me
me: yeah that doesn't count
1) isn't [male] over 40 and 2) I meant single men
Friend: wtf
no single man talks about settling down
here or anywhere else
me: lies
exit sf
I swear to god the last time I went to sac every dude I met was talking about buying a place, where he    wanted to be in 5 years
which included marriage and starting a family
Friend: Where the fuck do you think I lived for the first 29 years of my life?
me: Krypton?
Friend: ...
yes
So what you're telling me is that your womb is talking to you.
me: not the womb
just the desire to no longer date
I don't ever want to birth children
but I think I want to adopt some day
Friend: I'm not a fan of dating either.
Though I'm now getting very good about summarizing my past through humorous anecdotes.
*rolls eyes*
me: seriously right?
I can't take the forced conversation
Friend: Ha.
I still think you disqualified [male] just to make your point.
me: hahaha isn't[male] over 40 though?
Friend: no
He's 33
me: huh alright then
OH WAIT
but [male] has been married before
Friend: ...
point being?
me: discredited :-p
Friend: you're hopeless
me: You are repeating what hundreds of men in San Francisco have been thinking for years
Friend: Even though I want a girlfriend, I'm probably the worst PPS-victim you've ever met.
Growing up is for old pirates.
me: I love you . seriously
Friend: Aw, shucks. Thanks babe.  You're pretty damn groovy too.