Dating Bradford: Holding Tight

We all do what we need to do to alleviate sexual pressure. Maybe it's a furious date-a-thon, or an evening at a "private men's spa," or perhaps a last-call-trawl on the bar circuit. Sometimes it's a hook-up with a stranger whose face was blurred in the bathroom mirror pic you saw briefly online before jotting down his address and heading for the subway.

Dating Bradford: The Cold Front

We met at one of Daniel Nardicio's sex parties. I mean, it wasn't called a sex party -- there was a holiday loosely attached to it, a well-known DJ and a hint of themed decorative motif that vaguely disguised the industrial-workshop setting in the meat packing district.

Dating Bradford: Relative Masculine

Poking around in Gay.com personals, I keep seeing guys' profiles listing them as "masculine." This confuses me because everyone's idea of masculinity differs. Sometimes it means that they are, "Yo, dude!'s" on the street, and "pansy boi's" in the bedroom, and sometimes it means they just aren't comfortable with anything feminine.

Dating Bradford: When Dogged By A Dog

One Friday in early February I found myself on a third date, kissing a drunken Australian water-polo player at a party in SoHo.

When we finally disengaged he slurred, "How do you feel about Rufus Wainwright?"

Dating Bradford: Doubled Back

Am I a floozy? I'm surprised by how many guys are shy about cruising, or even just making eye contact. I've gone home with at least five guys from a double take on the spot, so I guess if most guys don't do this, then my question is answered.

Last week I asked how you deal with a double take. Here's what you said, and my take on it:

Dating Bradford: The Double Take

En route to the ice machine at Hotel Del Coronado in sunny San Diego, I pass a handsome guy with his bucket full. We smile as we pass, making eyes in gay acknowledgement. Then I turn to see if he might do a double take. He does, but then what?