Fairly often, mutual work schedules, hosting difficulties and travel logistics prevented a meeting, but for the most part, hookups were extremely easy to arrange.
My biggest discovery was that the Toronto airport hotels were a virtual Sodom and Gomorrah of gay hookups ... all those horny flight attendants, pilots, and closeted, married businessmen on stop-overs! From the comfort of my hotel room, the GPS would indicate that some Hookup Guy was "a few steps away" and in fact, he was!..... usually across the hall, one floor away or in the hotel across the street. Exciting! And convenient!
My return to my smallish, remote town has been a rude awakening in the extreme: I'm now receiving one-tenth of the messages that I did in Toronto. The vast majority of them have been heavier, older guys in the 55 - 65 age range.... the sort of guys I'm really not attracted to.
To make matters worse, I haven't had a message from a 22 year old in months! I miss them so!
However, I'm not completely without offers. In the three days I've been home, I've had three interesting coffee dates, one so-so hookup with a deeply closeted, 44 year old Italian construction worker and arranged a date with Spanking Dude tomorrow. More on some of this later.
To further compound my Blah! mood, I received this private e-mail from a blog reader who said: