Post op dating
Its brutal and I can only imagine what some may say about your lifestyle.
My view is, if that is what makes you happy, then be proud of who you are.
He was a true "50-50" bi guy, a lover of men and women, not an “attention-seeker” or a "halfway-there gay man" or any of the ridiculous and offensive claims people make about bisexuals. This led to his heartache, since he was trying to date me, a gay guy who was not monogamously inclined (and still isn’t), a guy who was too immature to say, “Hey, I’m not really looking for a relationship.” This seems basic, but it's unfortunately still necessary to note in an ongoing effort to counteract this bizarre notion that someone who is attracted to multiple genders will inevitably miss having sex with people of the gender they’re not sleeping with, and cheat. For him, as well as for many others, his claim to bisexuality wasn’t a transitional phase or halfway point between straight and gay.
But even if a bisexual person does cheat, it's hardly evidence that bisexuality inclines a person toward infidelity. But I understand where this misconception comes from.
At most, it's only evidence that the person cheated and is therefore not presently cut out for monogamous dating. Many gay guys (myself included) claim to be bisexual as a sort of "baby step" out of the closet.
We’re too scared to swing the door all the way open with a fabulous "We're here!
Upper West Side fixture Jerry Seinfeld, whose TV show symbolized the neighborhood, could be heading east.
Seinfeld, who lives and raises his three children at the Beresford on Central Park West, was spotted with his wife, Jessica, checking out an Upper East Side townhouse at 1 E. The residence, owned by divorced music mogul Lyor Cohen (now dating divorced designer Tory Burch), has six bedrooms and eight bathrooms and is listed for million, down from last year’s asking price of million.
The owner, Citigroup executive Chad Leat, who bought the nearly 4,000-square-foot condo for .4 million in 2007, declined to comment.
Until about six months ago, when my phone buzzed with a text message from a name I never expected to see on my screen again: “Do you want to get coffee? I needed to tell him I was sorry, he needed to tell me how much I had hurt him, and we both needed to hug. Sure, he may have technically had more options than me — he was drawn to men and women, while I was only drawn to men — but that didn’t make him any more promiscuous or untrustworthy than the next guy.