Fifty-year-old gay man who's never been in a relationship. That's what I'll be in six months, unless I'm no longer living, or living a dream come true, a dream I've dreamt since age fourteen, a dream I have slim hope of ever coming true.Love. A relationship. A partner. A buddy.
Call it what you want, I've never had it. Not even close.
Why am I single? It's a question I've been asking myself for years, including the time I wrote a blog post with a few speculative answers, a blog post called, Why Am I Single?
