Two different people recently asked me if I had someone special in my life. I said no. They went on to ask if I was even looking, to which I also replied in the negative.
I believe I've posted here where I believe that 'looking' implies a desire to actually want a mate/partner/husband, or whatever the mot-du-jour is.
I can say, right now, I don't.
I don't want one, I'm not looking for one and I am completely fine with that.
Why this attitude?
Two conversations recently came together in a perfect storm in my mind and then proceded to occupy my heart.
In the first one, I heard that damaged people can often employ emotional manipulation to get what they want. Yet, they may be unaware they are doing it, as they've been doing it for so long as a means of either protecting themselves or securing what they perceive they want/need.
Let's face it, gay men are often very damaged, though many of us have learned to overcome and have repaired some of our damages.
The other conversation I had was about gay men and sex. I was nervous about getting back out there for I knew I would have to cross that bridge. Someday. With all the STDs out there, it can be very daunting. Downright frightening.
"Just assume he is HIV+, and protect yourself accordingly," my friend advised.
"What if he says he isn't?" I replied.
"Don't take his word for it."
"So, I should assume he's lying?"
I also overheard two men conversing about their recent dates. Both may have been dating the same guy for it appeared they had the same date. They each met their guy for a meal then headed to a bar where the guy later told them he had a boyfriend who was out of town. So, could they just have a quickie? I happen to know they each met different guys because their dates were on the same day, but at different bars.
So, if gay men are emotionally damaged and may be employing some kind of emotional manipulation, perhaps subconsciously, to get what they want, and some may also be lying about their relationship and/or HIV status, how in the fuck do you know who to trust?
Add that to the string of disappointments I've recently experienced and it should come as no surprise as to the fact that I surrender.
I give up.
Yes, I do.
And let's also not forget the other more rational fears I have if I should actually meet a decent guy, and it does get a tad serious, there's so much more to consider. But, if I've given up, why am I even thinking this?
Maybe I truly haven't.
Maybe I'm just extremely disillusioned.
I just don't know what to think anymore.
So, maybe I shouldn't.