Dear Besties,
Last weekend, I was in the great gay nation of San Francisco for a convention of homosexual journalists. Not that I am one of those mind you. That would be gross. Anyway, after the first day of conventioneering, a few friends and I went out for dinner. It was me, my two boyfriends and three other menfolk whom I did not know eating reasonably priced tapas in the financial district. What fun!
Anyway, no sooner had I begun congratulating myself on scoring a date with five attractive gay men when nearly all of them whipped out their computer phones and began tapping away at the screens. Now, I know I’m no picture to look at, but I’m a reasonably skilled conversationalist, especially with gay boys. Just throw out an “I love your (fill in the blank)” or “You look like you’ve lost weight” and you’ve earned a friend for life.
