New York City is the loneliest place in the world. Only if you are living in this amazing, destructive, over-the-top, noisy, dirty, fabulous place, you know what I am talking about. As much as this place is huge and full of opportunities, it’s also lonely, cold, and presses you to do things that, trust me, you would never even think of doing if you were living in a place with more trees and nature, no subways or crowded streets – let’s say… a suburb in Boston.
If you are a single gay man in New York City, even one with ideals, high morals and standards, forget about it, you will find yourself doing things and meeting people you would not believe, looking back, you ever dated.
But don’t blame yourself – never blame yourself! Blame New York! Blame your ex-boyfriend! Blame your parents that made you the lonely, desperate gay that you are today! So… please blame someone else! It is much better for you than looking inwards and blaming yourself…
