jd yates

Where are all the decent men in Dallas, and whats the secret to landing one?

In this day of e-harmony marriages, and speed-dating, it’s as if all the normal men have gone into indefinite hiding. Where? And what will it take to ferret them out from their deepest foxholes?

While hiding out effectively spares us the redundant upset, and futile waste of energy that is every openly available gay man in Dallas, is it worth the price we pay by overlooking the real ones? The only way to get noticed by those that are looking is to either lie about or actually have any of the following: huge muscles and a big cock (which brings with it all the VD associated with a porn star), or a trust fund and a BMW(to those of you so fortunate as to date this Highland Park socialite, good luck lasting long enough to meet his parents or any of his “other” friends because no one else knows he’s gay). Where does that leave rest of us “5’10″ 150lbs., likes romantic movies on the couch, and intimate dinners with that someone special” in the midst of all the considerably easier “Call for good time” ‘s? The answer to that question comes to me all too fast… at home, spilling our emotional frustrations to an online audience of people we barely know, who have little or no interest in our problems, simply because our computers have taken the place of our best friends (who are too busy fucking the local high school student of the week to care).

Try as I might, meeting a quality man has become a twice-a-year occassion. 50% of the time the interest is NOT mutual, and the other 50% the guy looks like something from a before shot on Ultimate Makeover. Where are the real people that I can afford to be emotionally invested in? Above all, where is the sexual and emotional validation I crave so deeply? I would even find consilation in the thought that it’s just over the next hill, if i thought that were true.

Suddenly, I’m blind-sided by an interesting point. Would I know the man of my dreams if he walked up to me on the street? Have I already met him? Did I shrug him off because he wasn’t tall enough or had bushy eyebrows? How many chances at true happines are we allowed in a lifetime? And how forgiving is the guy who’s job it is to give those chances out, when we spend all our time scoffing at their most trivial aspects?

Dallas is a city whose status quo is dictated by a select group of 20 something, perfection seeking interior designers. What chance do I have to compete with perfection? Its out there, wishing it had a new porsche, and laying everything in sight until it gets one. Beware the Abercrombie model. If allowed to colonize your local gay bar, they will infest, multiply, and swarm every decent available man until until that day we realize that were 45, and single…beyond all possibility of finding true love except from the 50 cats living in the guest room.