When I got a temporary one-year position at a small college in a distant suburb of Philadelphia, I was ecstatic. Finally I could move back to a gay neighborhood.
It didn't take long to realize that the commute was going to be a problem: a five block walk to the metro station, wait for the train, take it to the downtown station, wait again, transfer to a new train, sit for 45 minutes, walk to campus, an hour and a half each way 4 days per week.
Maybe I could relieve some of the pressure by finding someone in town to stay with now.
Unfortunately, there weren't a lot of gay men on the small, conservative campus at least not many open enough to find and amiable enough to make friends with.
I ended up with three hookups, two dates, and no roommate.
The full story, with nude photos and sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.