In my quest to being independent, I defaulted to going to Echo Park Lake to spend time with myself. I had a picnic blanket, a book and a warm LA day. I had exhausted my contact list and said to myself that I need to learn to be alone - finally. I found a spot and enjoyed watching a lesbian couple play catch with a softball. I noticed two gaysian boys sitting a few meters away who turned out to be my friend Jon and his friend visiting from Australia.
My effort at solitude was foiled and I was relieved. We talked about family, life, the difference between Australia and the US, relationships and the Aussie recommended the book "The Course of Love by Alain de Botton. He shared a quote, "he will need to learn that love is a skill and not an enthusiasm." The author also talks about how when we hurt our lovers, it usually isn't malicious but because we are hurting ourselves etc. etc.
This is something that we should be aware of. To this Jon said, "well Chris, I feel that you're pretty self aware." Maybe too aware as I talked about being 90% extrovert to the group... again. I expressed interest in the book because reading isn't a group activity.
The Aussie also talked about "The Family Law" which is the Aussie version of "Fresh Off the Boat" It's based off the life a Chinese-Australian who's basically the gaysian version of David Sedaris. OF COURSE I became interested.
I ended up having dinner with the Aussie without Jon where we walked about 2 miles to get a burger because these "real" city people really love walking. He got nostalgic and recounted 2 years of his life being lonely in LA. He lived without a car, he jumped from house to house never having a lease. He always had a book and sunglasses in a bag. He was free, but his time in LA expired.
As we got to know each other, I said to him that sometimes I feel like I miss dating. The uncertainty. The art of flirting, but playing hard to get. The science of overthinking and over calculating. The feeling of being attractive, valuable, wanted. The balance of obsessing and being cool. The frustration of eventually asking, "what are doing?!" I don't play video games, but I remember that I enjoyed playing the dating game because it made me feel human. But maybe not as much as some of my friends who are notorious serial daters. Some folks seeing 5 different guys casually within a week and others in many 1 year relationships back to back.
"Oh god. You're not missing much." The Aussie responded in his mesmerizing accent. He told me a few horror stories, but the point is at 33, he has no more time for that bullshit.
At the end of the night we exchanged numbers and email and I basically walked him to the door of his AirBnB. For a moment I humored the thought that I had just completed a really nice "date" where the conversation was fluid, the feeling of getting to know a stranger was present, and a connection was made beyond finding commonalities like going down a checklist.
It's a problem when your dating pool is the same as your friend pool and you have to constantly question if the person was just being friendly. Which I always am because #extrovert. It's also a really tiny pool. A friend of mine was dating two guys who then turned out to be friends. Terrible.
But of course, it wasn't a date. Two things have to happen for it to be a date - someone treats and you don't talk about your current boyfriend Jimmy for about a quarter of the time. As we separated, I started to think about which thirsty friend of mine would like him the most and how I now have a housing option in Australia!
He texted me this morning with a selfie in front of the taco stand we talked about. If this was following a date, then he just threw the ball into my court and it was up to me to respond or reject. I humored my imagination and I began to feel this false "enthusiasm." This could potentially be a back and forth, overthought ambiguous exchange that takes so much time and energy and that most single people in their 30's are tired of having to do. But of course, he was being friendly, just as I was and I jumped out of the hypothetical. I switched over to Jimmy's text window and told him that I'm bringing home salad for him.
He responded gratefully and lovingly, "Thank you babyy!" Like he does... every time.
I re-read my post about sex positivity in the gaysian community and man, do I sound uber naive. About 10 of my SF friends participated in Folsom this year. Not just spectated, but actually dressed up with harnesses and skin. What a sheltered bubble that I live in.
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