Did I find love? No. Did I find a decent bagel place recommendation? Also no. Did I get a story to share with you guys? Absolutely.
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Here’s the thing nobody tells you about being an amateur gay blogger: you have to fail publicly so other people feel less alone. So here is my failure. Did I find love
Last Tuesday, at 11:47 PM, fueled by two glasses of cheap rosé and a deep, spiritual boredom, I did something stupid. I re-downloaded a “mainstream” dating app. You know, the one with the orange and white logo. The one where 90% of the profiles are either: a) A guy holding a fish. b) A guy whose bio just says “Fluent in sarcasm.” c) A guy who is “just looking for a gym bro.” Also no
Me: “I’m a freelance graphic designer.”
Because sometimes, being a gay man in your twenties feels like you’ve already met every single queer person within a 50-mile radius. You want the illusion of variety. You want to believe there’s a world where you don’t have to ask “Top or bottom?” before “What’s your name?”
The moral of this amateur experiment is simple: The grass isn’t greener on the straight apps. The grass is just… different. Sometimes it’s astroturf. Sometimes it’s actually just painted concrete.