Last night I went to a post-wedding celebration of some friends that got married in New Zealand last weekend where it is legal, leaving Australia behind in the land of inequality. The celebration was really relaxed and fun with lots of laughs. I know one of the grooms from my days in the Lifesavers Mardi Gras float and it was great to catch up with some of the others from the float that I haven’t seen in a few years. My newlywed mates looked very happy and relaxed and as we all know I’m a sucker for a romantic story.

Also there last night was a guy from the float with his partner of 10 years. They are two lovely guys raising their gorgeous 3.5 year old son that they had through an egg donor and a surrogate (different women). Of course when you see a relationship from outside, you don’t know the daily ins and outs of the relationship but it seemed like they had it all together and very happy.

Now I’ll admit, the idea of a boyfriend has been playing on my mind lately as I’ve mentioned before. I’m not being a crazy desperado but I’ve been thinking how nice it would be to have someone to spoon with at night. It didn’t go unnoticed last night at the celebrations that there were a grand total of three single gay men in a room of about 150 people. Three. That’s it. The three gay men there all knew each other and had no romantic or sexual inclination so that left us shit out of luck for meeting anyone. Aren’t you supposed to meet the love of your life at a wedding or does that not apply to us gays?

After the celebrations last night, another friend getting married yesterday and my parents celebrating 45 years together just a couple of days ago, I should not have watched show about women going bridal gown shopping. Pushed all my sappy romantic buttons and dammit I wasn’t even drunk.