Turns out, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.įirst, though, I had to untangle my mangled emotions. And I had always been told once a gay man hits his 50s, “paying for it” was the norm. I mean, I had always sensed that aging in youth-oriented Los Angeles, and having the ability to find love in the middle ages, would not be pretty. What would I, as a 55-year-old gay, Latino man living in the Valley, have to offer the dating world? After the dissolution of my 21-year relationship, I found myself in a unique situation.
