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My work colleague Alex dragged me last night to Fruits in Suits, the monthly networking night of the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Business Association. It is your typical range of fruits in suits..with your token lesbian. Everyone there is looking for either a boyfriend, a job or a shag.

A name tag some how makes everyone feel more social. I have actually made a few friends at Fruits gatherings…and even picked up a few shags! I tend to get pissed on one glass of wine as the food is rather limited. I had not been in ages, but I had no choice this time.

Alex and my boss had earlier in the week workshopped my relationship issues (i.e..why are you still single?) while I was away at meetings. They reckoned I was not putting myself out there enough and needed to network and mingle…with some fruits.

My friends Todd, Mark and Victor (who had not been to Fruits previously) came along as well. Alex said that Fruits was all about meeting new gay men. But there in the sea of gay queens wearing designer business suits and drinking gin and tonics, I realise that there were no new gay men in this city.

All of these guys were just the same old tight muscle shirt wearing queens from Oxford Street. The only difference is that they were wearing suits, a name tag and looking less drugged out. It was also a parade of ex-fuck buddies, bad blind dates and guys that you hoped to never run into again. Imagine all of your exs being rounded up and put into one big room with a bar and a DJ!

I was feeling a bit like Samantha in Sex in the City. In order to meet new men, I would have to either get married or move. The latter option seemed more likely.

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