Is there something wrong with this picture?

(ok aside from looking a little pudgy around the middle - THAT must be this medication!)

Self,
This has been a strange weekend for me...and I'm still a little raw, but what the hell.

So let's start with Friday:
I had a long conversation with my friend RJ. He is having some issues with the guy he is....seeing. Not going to tell his business, so we talked about the problems in that situation and then discussed a new guy he recently encountered. Well it came up about me (along with some of his other friends) who are (almost constantly) single, while he can "always pull trade." Well I'm happy for him when he does (maybe a itsy bitsy tinney winney jealous, but thats all.) Some of his other friends be HATING! They are frustrated that he has dating/sex options while they don't, because from their point of view they're the ones that have good jobs, live on there own, have nice places, have nice cars, have a little money in the bank, while he don't, thus making them the better canidate. Yet he's the one with men flocking to his doorstep and not feeling like he has anything to offer them when they come knocking.
WELL OF COURSE he takes this opportunity to point out how VERY similar my situation is to his other friends (almost identical except I'm not hating on him.) And questions me as to why that's the case. My response to that was;
"The Universe is a FIERCE BITCH and I guess that's her way of balancing things out. You may not have the career and stuff but you still get the menfolk. While on the other hand I'm single and have the career. You are very quick to point out how charming, adorable, considerate and stuff you can be. Why not stop to realize that those are the things you have to offer these men that want to date you."
HE thinks that his friends (I guess myself included) should lower their/our standards and we'll have those dating options too.
Well at this point it is well after midnight and I have to work Saturday morning, so I get off the phone to go to bed. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean or anything but yeah comparing the situations stung a bit and had me feeling some kind of way. So it was time to get off the phone.

SO ON SATURDAY, while I'm at work I call this guy, Jamaica Queens (He's West Indian and is from somewhere in NY) that I met a while back at a book reading/editing session for a friend. We had gone out once and was cool. When we talked he said he was out running errands and wanted me to calll him back when I get home from work. OK fine. After I get home and settled I call. He is about to meet someone for lunch, but suggests we hang out afterwards. No call. (Don't get me wrong I wasn't twiddling my thumbs waiting for him to call, but some acknowledgement would have been nice.)

Now on Sunday I attended a housewarming party (str8) for a co-worker which was fun. Afterwards, I also went to a function at the home of one of the members in my bookclub (gay). It was suppose to be a game night but folks forgot the games and we ended up just watching the Lakers and socializing. (The picture above was taken once I returned home from the event, but that's what I was wearing.)
I knew (or atleast met) all the guys there except for two. One is the older brother of one of the bookclub members who is visiting from Tampa (and thinking of relocating here.) The other... who caught my eye, I'll call "Railroad" because he reminds me of the folk tale of the African-american railroad steel- driver that raced the steam engine to lay tracks and won. Anyway Railroad was being a little flirtatious and touchy-feelly. The night progress and when folks started clearing out I asked Railroad for his number....no big scene mind you, but a closed mouth don't get fed, right. He said yes, but needed to go to the bathroom. He comes outs the bathroom, says goodbye to folks and leaves. What the hell?

WTF?? My life, right? SO maybe there's was something wrong (hence the picture) with me that made him change his mind - suggestions, comments, thoughts?

I know nothing major but it still makes me wonder if it really is me?

Sincerely,
Pharaoh