“This monastery is one of several perched on towering
monoliths of solid rock.” Attend a benefit for security bars
(for their windows?) then wander around the Castro with
someone who graduated in math (“I like art I don’t have to
THINK about.”) – turns into a 24 hour date. Where have
you been, lately? He’s got nice hands, mildly corporate,
snuggly, and comfortable to be around. Oops, someone’s
having size problems. Maybe it’s Enrique Iglesias. I’ll
forget him in another week, perhaps at Sunday’s
Australian barbecue.
