I'm 22 and have never had a relationship that has lasted longer than a month. That fact bothers me. A lot. Love only seems to strike when it's with all the wrong people. This summer has been full of that, but it's made me a better man.
In fact, this summer has been the best period of my life. I graduated college, moved in with my 3 best friends, started managing their band, quit my job, began meditating, lost some excess weight, shaved my head and started wearing glasses. I barely recognize myself anymore-- inside and out.
I don't want to date someone just to "date" someone. I want to date someone with whom I have spent time building trust, love and mutual respect. I want to date a friend.
Maybe this isn't the place for that. It is, after all, a dating website. But it's hard finding gay people to hang out with in Akron.
I wish I could say that looks don't matter and it's all about personality. We would both know that I'm lying. However, I can grow to find someone attractive if I like their personality.
I also wish that I could say that I'm not a guy who only thinks about sex. I am a guy. And that's what we do. But I don't just think about sex. I also think about things like: who it's going to be with, how's the most interesting way to do it, when is it going to happen next. (That was a joke.)
Actually, I tend to be overly complicated, but not dramatic. I like to sing, but when nobody's around. I like to get high, but on people and situations. I like to try new things, just not food that's white and/or creamy.
I see too many awful horror films, but can't stop watching them. I am afraid of nothing but osteoporosis and dying without accomplishing anything. I don't particularly like kids, but I teach them and they make me smile. I want a lot of things, but can never figure out what to wish for on a shooting star.
That's me. Complex. But simple.
To pick up my date up on a warm twilight, and drive with the top off my car. We set the radio to random and groove to whatever songs were playing. We cruise around each of our home towns, pointing out the places that used to matter to us. Our conversations naturally crescendo and lull, but the silences wouldn't be awkward.