I remember cooking and serving a birthday dinner for a gay client in NYC. 'Total of 10 gay men, all leather tops, laughing and scratching, having a grand old time. When the convo became a commiseration of how finding a bottom was next to impossible for any of them I started laughing out of shock. Mind you, these were top drawer, A-list Gays, ranging from late 20's to late 40's and THEY couldn't get laid? It sounded like every brunch of bottoms I'd ever been drunk with.
10 Tops? No problem. 5 Tops and 5 bottoms? That'd be unbelievable.
Now that I think of it, I should found some way to monetize their problem.