Six Degrees of Seperation

I often joke that I know every gay man in the city. It really is just a joke. But oftentimes, I wonder. Usually, when Jesse or Brady and I go to a club, I know more guys there than they do. And, I have more gay men in my phone than straight guys--and my dad doesn't count.

Just to prove that I do in fact know every gay man in the city, let me provide a recent example.

Last year, Adam was "dating" this guy Keny. I had previously met Keny in 2002 while he was volunteering on Jim Matheson's re-election campaign and I was working at the State Party Headquarters. Anyway, after Keny and Adam broke up, Adam was telling me about this guy Keny had started dating. You see, Keny told Adam he didn't want to be in a relationship right now and wanted to focus on school, blah blah blah. Well, Adam found out that he had started dating this guy pretty soon after he and Keny broke up. That made him sad.

Today, my friend Robert sent me a link to a blog of a mutual friend of ours--Matthew. Actually, Robert and Matthew briefly "dated." I met Matthew a few years ago through a mutual friend of ours, Arlyn, who worked with Robert at one time. I was the first person Matthew came out to (that happens to me a lot) so we shared a special bond. The fact that the bastard hasn't called or hung out with me in months has nothing to do with why I'm upset with him at the moment, but that's another story.

As I was perusing Matthew's blog, I noticed him talking about his new boyfriend, Keny. I asked Robert who this Keny was and sure enough, it's the same Keny that broke up with Adam last year.

Therein lies the proof that I do, in fact, know every gay man in the city. It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.