was only heightened by the fact that most of the men at the event were, as I said, aggressively average - like, community-college average. You're gayer than Judy Garland's Christmas ornaments. Are you a human? "The online 'bottoms' sign-up sheet was all filled up! I could still tell he had a great personality to match his Prince Eric looks. And just like that, there we were: bottoms.
Far too many of the men, who were essentially about to go on at least 15 first dates, were wearing T-shirts and tank tops. Sure, speed dating in NYC might sound like a relic of the 90s, but hear us out. I was tired from putting on the performance of my life, and he was tired from all the normals he'd had to speak. Convinced I had misheard him, I asked him to repeat that. If I wanted to sail with the boys on this gay Noah's ark, I had to maybe fib to myself a little.". The event, which was held in the confines of a cavernous bar downtown, had a surprisingly large turnout. Although plenty of us have turned to meeting someone over cyber space, there's still something to be said about sitting down to meet potential partners in person. "Are you a Greek god?" he said again. By the end of the night, I had met about 16 different men, and I can tell you that the look of disappointment that flashed on their faces upon seeing me never got old. I tried to make my chest seem bigger, deepened my voice and swigged my sh*y beer like I was in a square state.