A writer's journey of dating and living gay in Seattle exposed.
by Tristan Wilde
In the world of dating and relationships, everyone has a type. Whether straight, gay, bisexual or alien, we all have certain characteristics to which we are attracted in our search for Mr. Right. It’s that automatic code in the human brain that instantly calculates the level of magnetism we experience when seeing another person. The complexities of science aside, it’s simply a matter of preference. Some prefer the guy with the washboard abs and ten-inch dick (the one who can often be found shirtless at the club because his narcissism is his best quality), while others go for the guy with the cute smile and who has the ability to engage in intellectual conversation. There are those who maintain a grocery list of qualifications for the men they date (“…he has to be under 30-years-old, 6’2″, 175lbs, 29-inch waist, two-percent body fat, green eyes, blond hair, seven-inch cut dick, no chest hair, a non-smoker, has less than two alcoholic drinks a day, owns a 2011 or later BMW, has a condo in Capitol Hill…”). Yeah, I know a few of those guys. I often ask them to advise me when they’ve found that particular guy who fits their “list.” To this day, those guys are all single. Still, there are others out there who don’t care if some of the qualities in which they seek in their ideal man vary from the preferences in mind. I’m one of those guys. Now, don’t get me wrong. While I don’t mind dating a guy who might not have every characteristic I prefer, there does have to be a degree of physical attraction. There does have to be a certain amount of chemistry to make any relationship work.
