I didn't talk about it very much, for fear of offending the gay dating gods. I used phrases like "hung out" with my close friends; I told no one at work.
It didn't matter. It got jinxed anyway.
I met a cute guy in January and we went out twice. Yes, it originated on a gay hook-up site. No, I did not sleep with him. Yes, he is younger (nine years).
Things to be grateful for: he exposed me to the insane brilliance of Robot Chicken. He didn't leave me hanging like the last guy; rather, he did let me know what was going on (eventually).
What was going on? He had started to "see someone." I know this might sound very boil-your-pet-rabbit, but dude... I thought that's what we were kind of starting to do.
Oh well. Final report: 100% increase in dates over last time! (October 2006, one date. January 2007, two dates.) Progress, not perfection!