I met this guy yesterday. A female friend told me he thought I was cute. I concurred. At his house, I sized him up and threw out signals, to little response. Courting rituals as usual? Or the premature fizzle of too little chemistry? Ugh. "Gay dating" is such a pejorative term when sex is always the initial deal-breaker, and this was the first time I'd really jumped into meeting men again. The last three Valentine's in this town have left me burned, and I don't plan to be the lonely one this time around. Three new Sunday-night gay-themed parties have just opened up in various boîtes around Brooklyn, my borough, and I have... More >>>