I realized a couple of things this weekend:
1) I was having a conversation with Christina recently and she posited to me that I don't like gay men. I kind of shrugged it off at the time because it didn't seem that shocking. I've always openly admitted that I don't like gay men. But I was thinking about it today in the car and the gravity of it sank in a bit more: I don't like gay men. I have met fewer than ten gay men that I was both attracted to and interested in. That's bleak. I may never have sex again.
2) I don't think I can move to Chicago. Which is to say, I don't think I'd be happy in Chicago. I think I could live there for awhile, and I would definitely enjoy the company of my friends, but I'm not sure it's for me. I've spent a lot of time in Chicago and it has failed to really grab me. There is something missing, something awry. I don't think it's for me.
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