While looking, I spent a lot of time in gay chatrooms.
You actually met people by "instant messaging" them. Inside the room itself, the conversations were usually limited to "anybody here?", stats, and insults.
A guy named Troy terrorized the Long Island chatroom. There all the time, making insulting comments about everybody and everything.
Me: Grad student in sociology at SUNY Long Island.
Troy: There's an exciting degree. The art of studying the obvious!
Me: I lived in West Hollywood for 13 years.
Troy: How many auditions did you bomb before you gave up on your dreams of stardom?
Me: I just got back from visiting my parents in Indiana.
Troy: How fun, chawin' tobaccy at the general store with Ma and Pa Kettle!
Even his profile was obnoxious: "I take care of my body and expect you to. No fats, femmes, or grandpas. If you aren't extra large beneath the belt, don't bother."
So I was surprised one day when I announced, "Looking for a room in Manhattan or nearby," and Troy instant messaged me. He wanted to share his apartment in Kew Gardens, only 25 minutes from Manhattan on the Long Island Railroad.
The rest of the tory, with uncensored pictures, is on Tales of West Hollywood.