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4- 34 and Up

  • Writer: Eric Julian Walker
    Eric Julian Walker
  • Jul 7, 2018
  • 3 min read

I started my search by placing my “location” as the exact address where I’ll be with my family in an amazing home we found on Air B&B. Really though, I could move in, live, get married, have kids, and die in this house. It’s amazing. Have I mentioned that I think I want to move to Europe? Step two was to find men who would be good for me (I.E. beautiful, preferably intelligent), would be able to meet me while I’m in London (up to 5 miles away from our flat), and who are past the “party” stage of being gay and into the “dating hard core cause I’m past the gay midlife crisis of age 30 and I’m single, AHHH!” So, 34 to 40? Nah, let’s go to 55+ because why not? How many 50 year old single gay men can there be on Tinder? Well, you’d be surprised. And to my surprise, I “liked” a few of them, some men really hold up, especially black and Asian men.

It took me a few days, but I did it. I sorted through every single gay man on that “list” Tinder so kindly gave me. I think, of all the beautiful men I liked, I had about a 20% match rate. That was about 200 men. Really, I know, right! I chose to write back to each one who wrote me… again, about 20% of my matches participated in this next step… yeah, make that 20 guys interested enough to write me. I decided to take charge of my man to man destiny and start writing each and every single guy I matched with a personal little line all the way up to a paragraph designed completely based on exactly what attracted me most to their profile. 80% of the time it was because of their smile! Oh wait, they may have smiled… but I wasn’t looking up from their amazing bodies. Holy moly Batman, Sporty Spice started a movement with her abs in the UK! And here I thought everyone was like me and wanted to be Emma Bunton. Man do I need to work my ass off in the gym. I’m a sugar free vegan and the weight is still not coming off. That dang last bit just wants to hang on and make me look like a good looking straight guy… which of course is categorized as obese in the gay world.

About 4 out of every 5 guys I liked could easily hold a candle to Tom Daily, great. Also, 2 guys so far have said they like my long hair. I’m going to do it, I’m going to bite the bullet and donate my hair before I go. Maybe that will increase my 1 to 10 score a point (a point and a half?) and give me more of a fighting chance with a London Lad? Off I go to the gym. Good thing I got that Planet Fitness black card, time for a tan and a massage before/after each workout. I had a workout partner in a boyfriend once, and you know what, maybe meeting a “sporty” guy doesn’t have to be a stressor. Maybe it can be exciting to have someone to share health and fitness with again. I am eating vegan now and I notice several guys on their profiles talk about being vegan or at least vegetarian. Ha! There’s that EJ positivity I like to bring to the world. Sometimes I forget to be positive with myself. Oh, let’s not open that can of silly string.

I’ve found several great guys, older than me. Time to get to know some of them. Just be you Eric Julian, you like you, one of these guys will too. You know, I’m only talking to a few, maybe I should be brave and try guys 33 and under? If the guys who are older than me are all crazy attractive and look great in speedo’s, what am I going to find with guys my age and younger???

 
 
 

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