FoBoBlo

As you may have deduced from the title, this is going to be a weekly feature about dating.

Sometimes disappointing, often bizarre, and always hilarious, my dating life in DC has been the fodder for many a happy hour conversation. I moved here six months ago for grad school here in Foggy Bottom, and I’ll admit to having more than a few expectations about gay life here.

Growing up in the South and living overseas in countries that claim to have no gay population, I grew accustomed to small, insular communities that were for the most part friendly and supportive. Sure, there were plenty of problems with such a dating culture, namely the size of the pool meant everyone knew when you peed in it.

But I digress. The point is, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I ventured onto the DC dating scene. I’ll admit, I have a profile on more than one dating site. I knew I’d need to “get myself out there” in ways I’d never before considered. The responses I’ve received have run the gamut from batshit insane to ridiculously salacious. Of course, I’ve used traditional methods for meeting guys as well, like bars and parties and whatnot, but the funniest stories always come from my online dates.

Which brings us to the reason I’m writing this.

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