I really didn't understand what he meant, but when he explained it to me, I thought it was hilarious. He told me that the eyes of autumn is a gay term that he and his friends used back in his hometown. It was an inside joke between he and his gang of gay male friends, but it certainly applies here.
He said that it is the time when autumn weather finally hits and gay men get into their snuggle mode. The summer has officially ended and the men are scouring the city of Asbury Park (and beyond) in search of, not necessarily a one-night stand, but they will be looking for a significant other to share their blanket.
I'd never heard of this, and I'm sure other gay men around this area haven't either. But starting today, gay men are in extreme mode to lasso another man who can - and will - do a lot more than just keep them warm. I think that's a grand concept. He warned me that this month will be the time that I just might find a man who will be perfect for me.
I have no idea what the eyes of autumn - October - will have in store for me. But I'm going to keep my eyes open, just in case a handsome gentleman looks my way. I'm usually pretty oblivious to potential suitors looking my way, but I'm going to break out of that mode and try to push the envelope more than I've been doing.
I'm also going to do something that I haven't done in the past. I'm going to expand my search net. Most people who know me well are aware that I don't date within my race and haven't really looked at other black men as an option. It's not that they aren't attractive to me; I just haven't looked at another black man as a potential suitor. Maybe that has been a little shortsighted on my part.
Don't get it twisted - my main type of man is Caucasian. But in the past I've found that it's very difficult to know if a white man is attracted to a black guy. I'd agree with the statistics that approximately 78 percent of the population of gay white men aren't attracted to black men to enter into a monogamous relationship with, only for a casual romp so they can try something different. For the most part, the statistics are not on my side.
So I'm considering looking within my own race for a man. But when it comes to any man, my standards are still high. Maybe a little too high. But as I've said before, my parents raised me to maintain a high level of standards and it's difficult to break that. I did that once, and to this day I regret a lot about that relationship. I won't do that again.
So my eyes will be open, but I'll still be looking at potential suitors with one eye open as well. And for those who don't know what that means, that "one eye open" is referring to my third eye. Everyone has a third eye; some just decide to keep that eye shut.
So if you catch me eyeing you over the top of my martini glass (one of my bartender friends jokes with me about the fact that I subconsciously tend to do that sometimes), don't be taken aback. It just means that the eyes of autumn are upon you and you've been found attractive by me.
But be forewarned ... I don't just share my blanket to snuggle with just anyone. Because even though I'm just like every other horny gay man, I'm still a lady!
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