PICTURE IT: Soho House, London, the summer of 2010. My friend was DJing. My besties sipped cosmopolitans. They were more innocent times when us gays had a thing for imagining we were all Samantha from Sex & The City.
Across a crowded room I locked eyes with one of the most handsome men I had ever seen: radiant green eyes, dark hair and an understated style. You could see the outline of an athletic toned physique, taut beneath his shirt. He was a vision of good taste in a sea of tasteless Energie vests.