Broadway or Park Avenue?

I finally met Mr. Big, the 42 y/o international trade attorney who I’ve been chit chatting with in typing class. We had lunch near my office yesterday and exchanged bios, glances and some serious veiled innuendos. All was fine until he confessed to his 8 year long “relationship” with a married guy, which is still in full swing. To accommodate, they both escape to his home in San Diego once a month for their “alone” time. Evidentially the Guys wife knows all about it and tolerates it. It’s amazing what the fear of being alone will do in a person. A wife and mother who’s OK with her husband gallivanting around the globe with another man. Furthermore, a man willing to “date” another man who has a wife, kids and a life that he will never be able to share in. To his credit, he explained further that he is looking to get out of his current situation as he’s “recently realized he is getting the short end of the stick”. Well no shit Sherlock. Meeting me was his first attempt at finding a distraction. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or offended.

I’m so fucking sick and tired of all these married guys flooding my dating pool with their selfish behaviors and pathetic situations. Im as equally disgusted with the Gays for accomodating these guys sexual (rarely emotional) whims. Grow some balls folks. Who settles for a 25% relationship? The good news is I think that we are almost finished cycling through the “married, 2.5” generation, which hopefully means a new, more well adjusted crop of guys who feel comfortable living their lives honestly is on the rise. Im telling myself that anyway.

I’ve moved on to candidate number 2. He’s normal, single, educated and employed. He is a Yankee though, and that carries along with it some red flags. Im not letting it stop me. As I get older, I realize life is a lot like a game of horseshoes. It’s all about getting as close as you can to the pole and as long as that pole’s not in someone else’s yard, im good.