(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.For gay people, New York City offers many speed dating options, with more (and more compartmentalized) choices arriving all the time.In September 2010, Los Angeles group LA Lords sold out both sessions of its first foray into the New York gay speed dating market, and in November, the LGBT Community Center hosted its first Lesbians of Color Speed Dating night."No one here believes I'm a top," I thought to myself while taking the first sip of my second overpriced beer. " he yelled, throwing them to one side of the proverbial gymnasium. I was surprised to see that of the 30-ish men there, only three (including me) were dressed up.I was less than halfway through a night of gay speed dating for "bottoms" and "tops" and had already been asked three times if I was in the right group. You're gayer than Judy Garland's Christmas ornaments. " I eventually "lost" my name tag at some point in the night. Far too many of the men, who were essentially about to go on at least 15 first dates, were wearing T-shirts and tank tops.
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(Yep, it's exactly what it sounds like.)These expos must be seen to be believed — which is why Refinery29 headed to one of the biggest just a week before Chinese Valentine's Day to check it out for ourselves."I mean, I don't blame them, but it's not like I had a choice," I continued thinking to myself while mindlessly nodding along to what my fifth date was saying. Once everyone had registered, our organizer separated us into our respective groups. Whereas I tried to look as though I had just gotten off my fancy job as a writer, a majority of the men looked as though they had just left their shift at Aeropostale. Why were they dressed like that dude from high school who always tries to sell you knives when you run into him every trip back home?