Prologue

So I've decided to start chronicling my traumas and travails as a gay bachelor. I figure I should begin by explaining a bit about me.

Age: 28
Occupation: IT Worker
Location: Near Detroit, Michigan
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs
Personal Style: I would be a walking fashion disaster if I was forced to pick out my own clothes. I always take friends with me to help me pick out clothes. The only things I have fashion sense for are electronics (as in, "I can't buy this TV, it won't look right with the Wii Sensor Bar on top of it").
Interests: Video Games, Music (I play several intstruments), Fitness (I'm gay, it's required), Movies
Dating History: I've had several medium and long term relationships with the longest being five years.
Hotness Level: My self assessment would probably place me at a 7 on a 10 point scale. I have no issues finding dates, but I'm not the kind of guy that makes a whole room turn in one big wave.

I tend to refer to guys I date by their distinguishing qualities. It's easier for my friends to remember a few things about a guy than actual names. For example, I went on a couple dates with "Teacher Slash Personal Trainer Greg" recently. He is an elementary school marm by day and does personal training and tennis coaching at night.