Meow!

So after breaking up with The Squirrel, I desperately wanted a drink. I went to Pronto! and cozied up to the bar. Sitting next to me was an attractive guy, who has drunkenly offered to take me home before. So we start talking and it turns out he is a bartender at the MaleBox. He's cute, if too thin for my tastes, but it's a Wednesday, and frankly, I wasn't interested so much in his sparkling personality.

I went home with him. We made out a bit and slept. While we were messing around, he kept freaking meowing - like a cat.

I chickened out on anything sexual as usual, but it was very sweet when he said "Wow, you are a classy guy" as he was realizing I wasn't going to slip him the Little Bachelor.

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.