Single Gay Time-Traveler Seeks Same

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It’s no secret that being single in Los Angeles or Portland, well, being single anywhere, can be a drag. Cities can discourage “mental proximity”, which is what I call it when you connect with someone on a fun, emotional, reciprocal level. I’ve been single for a year and a half now, and I think it might be one of the longest times in my life I haven’t been in a relationship (my friend Julie has a theory: I’m basically unlovable. She might be on to something!). I think I’m supposed to say that I’m having a blast, insist that I’m just fine being single, and that I’m at my best without someone…there are people like that. But I’m not. It’s not fun. I’m awesome-er with someone. And I’ve come to the realization that it’s because I’m starting to feel like a time-traveler. I tend to date guys for long periods of time, so every time I emerge from a relationship, I need an anthropological Field Guide to the gay men of that era.

I met Max in college, in New Mexico, and he was an ideal first boyfriend: he was kind, smart, and creative (for this post, all names have been changed, because duh. And I have shown the first draft of this post to most of the guys mentioned here, for accuracy). We fell in love to Extreme’s “More Than Words”, and earlier in the year, I had graduated high school to Boyz II Men’s “It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday”. This was 1991, and he stayed by my side when my brother passed away on New Year’s Eve that year (holy shit, I sure manage to work that in everywhere, don’t I?). We were together for almost two pretty great years, and when it ended, I wasn’t in a rush to find another boyfriend. In fact, I didn’t date at all, I just kind of lived my life and worked a lot. I didn’t really experience the time-traveler phenomena yet.

In 1996 I worked in Old Town, a historic area in Albuquerque also known for being a bit of a tourist trap. A group of guys came in, and I locked eyes with one of them: instant sparks. Mark and I talked quickly, traded numbers. No, I didn’t put his number in my cel phone, or Facebook him; this was before those existed. We quickly connected over the phone, and then the bombshell: he actually lived a bit north of Chicago, and was moving to the city soon. I was undaunted by the distance at the time, and continue to be. Chemistry doesn’t grow on trees, and anyone who thinks they’re going to find true love solely within 10 miles of where they live is fooling themselves, and might be in for a long road.

Over the course of the next few months, Mark and I talked a lot on the phone, and wrote each other, and I visited a few times. Then I took the plunge: I happily moved to Chicago for him. It was a really great three years, but the breakup threw me for a loop (not a Chicago joke), and I didn’t take it well. Later, I would write a Douglas Coupland-inspired piece of fiction that echoed my feelings at the time of the breakup. This was when I first felt like a time traveler.

So what the hell do I do now? I thought at the time. Gay bars? Ok. In New Mexico there hadn’t been a lot of those, but I was game: I tried out the Chicago gay bars, and although fun, I wasn’t finding what I was looking for at all. I had been spoiled by how quickly I connected with my first two boyfriends, and I’ve always been a little old-fashioned. This was 1999, and everyone was “Livin’ La Vida Loca” but me (so, so sorry: I had to). I felt like a fish out of water, and had no idea where to find someone with similar interests. I moved to Mexico for a few months to live with my mom in San Miguel De Allende and lick my wounds, then went back to Albuquerque, and then made the jump to Los Angeles in 2001.

I had my day job at Williams-Sonoma, but needed a second job to make ends meet, so I became the coat-check guy at Micky’s dance club in the heart of West Hollywood for three winters. I was totally unprepared for the debauchery and craziness I saw beyond my window of sobriety, but it served a great purpose. I got to be as social as I wanted, it felt like going out a few nights a week, but I didn’t wake up regretting decisions I made the night before! The job quickly acclimated me to dating in West Hollywood in the year 2001: meeting quickly, the rapid evaluation of whether someone was dateable, and the exchange of numbers in each others’ bulky Nokia cel phones. “Let’s go get sushi and see Amelie or Moulin Rouge!”

I met Christopher in 2002, and it was a slow, reluctant burn of mutual attraction. It was both those things because we worked together, and he was my boss. Eventually we gave in to the attraction, came clean with our supervisor, and her boss too, and were separated to different workplaces. Christopher and I were together for 6 really great years, and when it ended, I was in a very strange place, emotionally. I wasn’t prepared to date. Who the hell were these guys I was meeting now? What happened to gay men in the last six years? I felt I now had to subscribe to be a “type”: am I a bear? A twink? An otter? A jock? A nerd (probably a nerd)? It was then, in 2008, that I discovered online dating.

Daniel I met through, and although our personalities may not have meshed smoothly, I felt myself compromising on a lot out of sheer loneliness. You walk everywhere, that’s actually really admirable…wait, you won’t accept a ride from me? But you’re gonna show up at the restaurant a half hour later than me…ok. Oh, you occasionally do blow, and you told me that right after I told you my brother OD’d on coke and heroin? Um, okay you charmer! Oh, you invited me to go to a friend’s wedding with you as your date, and then stopped returning my calls that same week? Er, yeah, I think we’re good. Good luck on your journey, friend. Stay classy, My Entire Life.

I switched to Match asked a few more questions, had more transparency, and I felt excited and hopeful: Yes! It knows what I want! Yeah, I’m totally looking for someone “athletic and toned”! Oh my gosh, he likes reading too! I went on date after date, but without much success. For the most part, the guys were really great, and I still count a few of these guys as friends. But inevitably there wasn’t chemistry, and I wasn’t used to “dating”, per se. I had found my previous boyfriends just by living my life and letting them find me. This, this strange, unfamiliar online dating thing wasn’t working…until all of a sudden, it did. And, once again, the dude wasn’t living near me.

I met Kevin through Match in 2009, and though we had vast ideological differences (he was a conservative ex-Mormon, and I come from a Catholic, liberal, Latino and German family), the attraction was mutual and powerful. He lived in Orange County, and eventually made the move up to Los Angeles. We broke up in February of 2012, but I count him among my closest friends, and we regularly see each other and catch up.

When we broke up, I tried out both Chemistry and Match again. Wow. Yikes. No judgement against anyone reading this who’s on there still, but it felt like The Island of Misfit Toys from the old Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer stop-motion animation special. Those sites are now truly the Friendster and MySpace of online dating, respectively. When did this happen? I was with Kevin for two and a half years, and already the world has moved on from these sites? So, again feeling old, and like I needed a Field Guide to The Gays Of The 21st Century, I found OKCupid.

Oddly enough, it’s been pretty great, and has helped me truly define what I’m looking for in the future. I try not to take it too seriously, and my profile is kind of a test bed for jokes: “If you have nice legs I’ll ignore your personality flaws”, and “I’m not saying I occasionally drink box wine. But I’m not saying I don’t. Later, you will remember this as “red flag #1″.” Yup, COMEDY GOLD.

…Then I met Joe, who flew 1,000 miles to meet me in Los Angeles. We barely talked beforehand about what we each expected from his trip, and I fell very quickly. We weren’t really ever a couple, he’s just a huge part of my journey (YUP, LINKED IT TWICE IN ONE POST, JERKS). Ahem. Moving on.

So now I’m in Portland, and I’m having a blast exploring the city’s secrets and meeting great people. I am a magpie in a city made of tinfoil. Occasionally I’ll get the question: “If we date, are you gonna write about it on your blog?” Um, no, not unless A) you’re a major dick to me, or B) you make me relive adolescent trauma by how strangely abrupt and total your rejection of me is.

And then I stumbled upon Scruff. What the fuck? You’re putting this on your blog? Yes, my ex Kevin encouraged me to try it out. It’s an app, widely regarded as a gay “hookup” app, a la Grindr. Uh, no thanks, not my scene. No judgement, we’re all in this together, and I think hookups are fine. It’s just not what I’m looking for. I’m old-fashioned. I’m looking to date, preferably long-term. “No,” insisted Kevin, “there are people looking for relationships and friendships on there.” Of course, this led me to imagine telling my future kid how I met their other dad on Scruff, when I only knew him by his profile name, “FistingPig69”. “Yeah, I knew it was true love when he sent me a Snapchat of his junk.” So I tried the app out, and have met some pretty damn amazing guys through it. Of course, more often than not, there are interactions like this one I had awhile back, in Los Angeles:

Him: Hi

Me: Hey!

Him: You were REALLY close to Slammer last night [note: Scruff has a proximity function, so you can tell how close an individual is when you view their profile]


Him: A sex club on Beverly right by Vermont


Him: …


Him: What does it mean to “get slammed?”

Me: …

Him: Mostly just lots of sex, usually bb.

Me: *swoon*

Him: I can’t tell how facetious that swoon is 😉


Yeah, I’m an asshole. And yeah, it’s rare that I find someone else on there willing to take dating slow, or be monogamous. I still regularly get what I call the “Morning Surprise” (waking up to a totally unsolicited picture of a stranger’s genitalia). But holy crap, I’m not the only old-fashioned guy on there. Maybe this, and other apps like Tinder, are just how it’s done now. I have to adapt to my environment again. The apps are what we make them. Or do I just need to delete it all: OKCupid, Scruff, Tinder, everything? My friend Summer forwarded me an awesome article about how Facebook changes the way our brain processes dopamine in search of stimulation and approval, and there’s no reason to believe that dating sites and apps don’t have the same effect. I might have to just stop looking for it.

And that’s where I am now: a fish out of water, a stranger in a strange land (and new city), a gay, single time traveler in an unfamiliar era. But I’m learning that it’s okay to be a little bit, maybe a lot, different. I’m not going to apologize anymore to guys for being old-fashioned. I’m finally realizing that maybe we all feel a little out of place every time we come out of something, and that we’re all muddling through and doing the best we can. Not just gay guys, but all single people: straight, bi, trans, and everything on the spectrum.

None of us have Field Guides. And maybe we’re all time travelers.



Here’s Part 2 of the series, about my worst date ever, because nobody everybody likes a sequel. And here’s Part 3, where I realize, with horror, the common denominator that a lot of the guys I like have.

36 thoughts on “Single Gay Time-Traveler Seeks Same”

  1. Having just read your apartment therapy piece, as many of the people here, I think your many, um, unusual accessories, aren’t likely why you’re single, but probably do indicate you’ve reached the stage where you’re telling fewer lies on your online dating profile. (I’m sorry, do we not like to call them lies? Um, soft truths. Versions. You know what I mean).

    I’m wholly unable to CREATE such a profile anymore because it just all just spills out… “I don’t want to do this; my friends are pressuring me because they are all engaged and social gatherings are getting awkward. I ‘m bad on dates; I drink too much and insult whomever I’m with, then I’m too embarrassed to ever call him or her back. Also I find people who have money to be particularly unattractive, so I tend towards the unemployed and substance abusing by default.”…(For the record, I’m not even a drinker, just a tiny cheap date with a lot of anxiety).

    Lovely piece of writing. I like that you’re on good terms with a lot of your exes. I am too and I find it’s a great bit of support when you’re looking for a bit of “wait, was I *ever* good at this?”. I actually am a great deal more confident just admitting that I’m bad at dating and good at relationships…it just doesn’t particularly help me get any dates. Good luck out there.

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  3. Hi Mike,
    I linked to your post via your home tour on Apartment Therapy and just wanted to tell you how much it resonates with me. Although I’m a straight female, so much of your experience mirrors mine; as someone who finds herself adjusting to life in a new city after a somewhat unexpected move across the country, reading this made me feel just a wee bit less alone. Thank you, and I hope you find what—and who—you’re looking for.

  4. I’ve been lost in your blog for the last hour after discovering it through your latest article in Apartment Therapy. Love your open and honest writing style.

  5. You know, growing up and living in the South you’d think that gay dating would be tinged with the reserved qualities touted by the religious right, but it is the same as it is everywhere else.

    Hell, I’m 25, and it’s so easy to be fooled into the notion that I am the one who is lost when it comes to dating. My militant liberal friends are constantly at odds with what they refer to as my “heteronormative values.” Honestly, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass. “This above all: to thine own self be true.”

    Do people still quote Shakespeare? Damn.

    I think, at least in my experience, being an artist makes connecting that much more difficult. I used to have these ideas that I needed a scientific counterbalance to my wackadoodle tendencies [the Doc Ock to my Rosalie Octavius, if you will], but the reality is those were a dumbass ideas. Now, I’m not going to mail my lover a severed portion of my ear, but non-creative types have a hard time understanding how we think and work.

    Why is cocaine so popular? I found myself dating a seemingly wonderful guy [from OkStupid] about eight months ago. I asked him one night during dinner with a few of his friends if he did drugs [tact is admittedly not my strong suit], and he said, “Yeah, cocaine, but only about four times a year. It’s not a big deal.” –Note: I am under the absolute assumption that if you have to tell people it isn’t a big deal… it’s probably a big deal.– Shortly after that, his friend threw him under the bus and said, “Four times a week, maybe.”

    God damn, don’t even get me started on Grindr. I thought it was a dating app [sure did]. I learned what “fun” meant through a pictorial of some random guy’s chocolate starfish. I thought when he had asked me if I liked having fun that he was referring to Frisbee in the park. “Oh, yeah! I love fun! Ha ha!”

    I never knew enthusiasm could have such repercussions.

    Anyhow, great apartment & a fantastic sense of humor. Good luck in Portland!

  6. I stumbled onto your blog from the Apartment Therapy link (great space, by the way) and have really enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks so much for sharing! I look forward to reading more.

  7. Hey Cousin Mike ! I enjoyed reading what you had to say about your journey which is also pretty much mine too! I’ve been single for xxxxx years now and decided to do the backup plan and have a kid by myself. Actually, my good friend and baby mama had him for me and I’m doing all the raising. I now have a beautiful 4 year old boy that is the love of my life. I asked the universe for the love of my life and he My priorities have changed and so has my criteria for dating. I don’t shop for groceries when I’m hungry anymore either. It would be nice to see you someday. Phillip

  8. Wow, brilliant. You’ve described my dating life to a “T”. It’s encouraging to know other guys out there have the same issues because a lot of the times I feel like I’m the only one that feels these things and then I think, “maybe I’m the crazy one and everyone else is totally acceptable with flake dating, app dick hunting, open relationships, anything goes as long as it benefits me.” Then I think, “nah, I’m just me.” lol Thanks for sharing. It was a great read. 🙂

    1. I believe we all have similar challenges. Recently coming out of an 11 year relationship – I have NO idea how to date. What in the hell are the rules? Seriously, I have to sleep with you if I like you enough to spend three individual days trying to understand what makes you tick and if I MIGHT be attracted to you? And I’m a prude if I don’t. Bah…singledom for me, at least for now.

  9. A big thank you for being a voice for us ‘old fashioned’ guys. Been in portland for 3 years myself & recently out of a “portland relationship”. Your words describe my state of being perfectly right now. Your article makes me feel like I am NOT crazy & not alone – for that I am appreciative. 🙂

  10. Wow. Great piece, and I feel like I could have written a good portion of it about myself. (I stopped using all those apps/sites a couple months ago.) I’m sure I’ll jump back in eventually, whether I like it or not — I’m not sure how else to meet guys. And I’ve lived in Portland for almost 20 years now and know the city well. Just sayin’… 😉

  11. First Off I love the nonexistent filter in this post! It makes me feel as if I’m the one talking to myself in my head while I read. I feel like the old-fashioned way is more effective and interesting, but hey I’m an old fish in the new app age.

    Good on you for Writing this Sir!

    1. Mike, excellent article. And your journey (that word) described me and my relationship history to a T (tee?). We “old-fashioned” guys kind of have it tough. Hope all is well in PDX. (Moving there in a month or so to live with my partner – whom I met on (wha?) OKCUPID.)

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