Now that I'm finally finished with Harry Potter, I need new bedtime reading, so I picked up (again) Mr. Right Is Out There: A Gay Man's Guide to Finding and Maintaining Love. Just for the record, I do generally appreciate books written by psychiatrists—they are often really sane, gentle books.
Anyhow, I've tried to get through Mr. Right more than once. I love its lyrical view of the positive side of actually leaving loneliness and finding someone. The author doesn't seem to think that it's inevitable for me to simply sit here alone on a Saturday evening, polishing my shoes and wishing for someone to talk with. He doesn't buy the "too old" idea, nor even the "nobody within 60 miles" notion (both of which seem transparently obvious to me).
I've tried the book more than once, as I said. I usually bog down about page 60 or so. He's got a lot of practical exercises, and I usually run aground when he wants me to find a typical gay venue and actually go and initiate a conversation. Maybe I'll just blast past that one. Maybe I'll settle for talking with the guy behind the counter at Angel Falls and count that as fulfilling the requirement.
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