That's what he told me as he broke up with me. I'm "just not Gay Enough."

And I guess maybe he's right. I feel more comfortable cheering for my sons at Little League than I would at the Barney's Trunk Sale. I've never seen American Idle or America's Next Top Model. And I'll even admit to an occasional Sunday afternoon watching football on TV.

I want to make it perfectly clear: I'm a 100% red blooded, American Gay Man. While I may have some straight mannerisms, I never laugh at fart jokes, I love to dance, and I probably have more shoes in my closet than all of the other Little League dads combined. I should at least get a few punches on my Gay Card, shouldn't I?

I really can't say what makes me "just not gay enough." I can tell you that I'm blessed to be both mom and dad to my three sons. I own my own business. And while I spend plenty of time at the gym, I'm built a lot more like one of the straight dads at Little League than the buff guys at a dance club.

I've certainly done my share of hooking up in the past. But today I'm looking for something more. I'm looking for someone to take care of --and someone to take care of me. I'm looking for a man to share my life with.

Pesci