So I got stood up. Called the guy and he said that one of his dogs was sick and that he'd still make it here by 8:00 pm. Cool I thought as I poured myself my first glass of wine. I had 2 hours to kill and so I went online. By the time I realized that my date had fizzled and that I would be dining alone I had already connected with a guy in Hong Kong who wants to fuck me bareback this weekend, a guy from Bangkok who just wants to fuck me, another guy from Bangkok who wants to 'breed' me, and a guy from Singapore who wants to fistfuck me when he is here in two weeks. I think I did pretty good. So although I really am disappointed that my first attempt at dating didn't go anywhere, I feel good that I have connected with four hot guys who want to have fun with me. But now I sense that this new direction I want to take toward intimacy and relationship isn't going to be so easy. Of course I will try again probably with someone else. Perhaps a movie or a coffee is better than dinner. In the meantime, I have guys lined up who want to fuck me, breed me, fist me - but not date me. Does this say something about gay society today? Would most gays rather just have a quick anonymous fuck than a long leisurely evening of getting to intimately know another guy. Not pointing fingers, I am as guilty as the next one. Now where's my calendar. I need to pencil these guys in so that I don't double book. Then again...