It was like a nightmarish game of dodgeball that would air on LOGO.(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?Final Words Speed dating, even the kind tailored toward your preferred sexual role, is a great alternative to the more obvious option: online dating.
I could still tell he had a great personality to match his Prince Eric looks.Unfortunately, we were both the human equivalents of melted ice at the bottom of a cooler previously filled with beer, dreams and the empty promise of a good time.Alas, despite my greatest efforts, I was not a very convincing top.I might have had better luck convincing them I was a a very lost and confused lesbian. I was bottoming out after talking to guy after guy for .My voice was so hoarse that it was one broken leg away from a glue factory, and my personality had a heavy case of whiskey d**k.
By the time I got to the handsomest man in the room, I could tell we were both exhausted.That, my friends, was the biggest takeaway -- that, and the fact that a doe-eyed, 5-foot-10, 150-pound Asian man does not make a convincing top.Tonight, we are partnering with Capital Pride Alliance for Gay Pride Week!Stretching my social muscles was a good exercise, and it's fun trying to make strangers laugh.Some of the men were veterans of speed dating, and from the sound of it, they had not lost hope.It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.