Perhaps “drunk instant messaging” would be a more apt title. Over the past week (for some inexplicable reason) I have had not one, not two, but three guys who I have met at various places in my travels start long involved conversations over IM about their love lives and desirability. One went out of his way to tell me that he feels nothing these days when he is rejected by the object of his affection, another asking if he should pursue a guy he is interested in, and a third obsessing about aging and his looks. What all three of these guys have in common (it seems to me) is that they are looking for some love fulfillment outside themselves. Why I have the taint of the Oracle at Delphi is beyond me, but perhaps I should start a new career as the gay “Dear Abby”(“Dear Gabby”?).