Welcome To My World

The Diary Of A Single Gay Man....Welcome To My World (Blog 1)

So here it is...the long and short of it: I'm 34 (turning 35 in a few short painful weeks) gay and the horror of it all SINGLE!  I live in the armpit of the U.S. known as Holmdel, New Jersey and I work in what I like to call the "look good feel good" industry of indoor tanning...or as some customers jokingly refer to it as "Electric Lightbulb Beach".  You may ask yourself "why in the hell am i gonna read this?"...I agree yet let me let you in on a little secret...IT'S GONNA BE ADDICTING!!!!  One part rant, one part drama, one part truth and 100 parts GAY!!!!  So let's take a short walk into the world of the single gay man and see what it has to offer.  Oh yeah, you might wanna look both ways before crossing...just trust me!

The word SINGLE meaning party of one, by one's self, or standing alone can be a pretty scary word.  I for one teeter on the fence between loving it and wearing a red "S" on my chest as my punishment for not pairing up before the gay apocalypse: TURNING 30!  Yes being single is liberating...I can do whatever I want, talk to as many guys as i please and make them think they are the only one i am talking to, shout out crazy things like "Single over her bitches....which cowboy am I ridin' tonight?" and finally going to see Burlesque by myself and not caring who sees me lip-synching and gyrating in my seat praying i'll be Christina Aguilera by the time the lights come up at the end of the movie!  BUT....single also means i have to be subjected to others flaunting their "amazing loving relationships" in my face 24/7 and having to smile and say "Awww you're so lucky!  Congratulations you guys are such a cute couple!" when really i'm thinking: Bitch please that boy cheated on your ass last week at the club with a tranny in the VIP area!

Let me say this:  I have been in relationships before, albeit the WRONG ones...but yes i have some semblance of what a relationship should and could mean and what it should and shouldn't be like.  However, it gets increasingly difficult to remain hopeful when what gay men's standards of what the perfect boyfriend should be get YOUNGER and THINNER to the point that soon the legal age of consent will be 7!   I have a friend who always sees himself as the ultimate catch and yes he most definitely is...BUT....he throws his fishing line into the wrong pond and always ends up with guppies (younger impressionable boy toys).  He knows its wrong, yet he can't stop casting into the younger pool.  Is he a glutton for punishment or just hopeful that maybe one of the bites on his line could be his legal Justin Beiber?

So now that you have gotten a little taste of what runs through this crowded head of mine, you can decide for yourself if you want to stick around with me as my journey continues, or if you are going to high tail it out of here to the nearest gay bar for the latest martini fad.  Either way I'm gonna be here blogging, griping and hopefully entertaining!

Till the next gripe!

xoxo - Ron The Single Gay Man