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The Search for Romeo

Orkut gave me a few straight friends who stayed in touch cose of the similar last name.But to find a discreet gay guy who would come out to a Potato figured high school kid who was annoyingly clingy was just far fetched. The Annoyingly clingy character had nothing do to with my age, I realized when I had dated a few early 30 year olds. The desperation was real. The chances of finding someone decent who matches your ideology were very hard to find. In my case, it was like searching a needle in a Haystack. My desperation led me to look for other places, safe and discreet, but a place for gay men.

The planet of Romeos was a safe haven, and the place I chose to start had quite a good crowd, and the closest metro to where I was. blank profiles everywhere. The filled ones very choosy and demanding. The demand for a pic was the "Golden rule" and something I am sick of. Men who bend and mould for a girl's attention act like Cleopatra. Their Ego beyond the sky's reach. Those with a decent body act as if they are a blessing from the heaven. I cant complain. I have been one of the many feeding their egos, looking for one chance, for one miracle. One Prince, who would be a blank profile, falls for my potato and the conversation skills and takes me away from this misery.

Then, I could see that potatoes like me were approached by more potatoes pruned by age of desperation. I had to give up several times, and only to be back. The search was there innately. Real or online, the search was always there. 

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