The good news is that, well, I don't know what the good news is. But I know that I didn't expect any more than what was there, and what was there was obviously enough for him to press and press and press again until I said enough, and then it was different and it was still enough, but press on he did until I pushed him hand in chest and hit the button and he was up or down but gone. And I'm not wrong and he knew it. He thought this meant something innocuous but his silence was telling indeed.
He's all surface this guy, no depth whatsoever, which I guess is part of the draw but really it's not that at all. I'd say he's shallow but for the connotations; I'd say a whole lot more but for the implications. What I will say is what I've learned, and that is this: San Francisco is for converting one's per diem entirely into alcohol. San Francisco is for dancing like everyone is watching. San Francisco is for making out with married co-workers.
San Francisco is, and I am not.
It's tempting to say something particular about boys, but instead, I'd just like to share that I had a dream of dancing while everyone was watching. It felt great, but only because of the applause. I don't know where I'm going with this. San Francisco maybe.
ReplyDelete"San Francisco is, and I am not."
ReplyDeleteGood idea.
Beautiful picture. I get to go for the first time this November! Yay!
peefer - san francisco is as good a place to go as any.
ReplyDeletemg! - be prepared for hills. very steep ones. and lots of them.
So you're saying that you're having a good time in the City by the Bay?
ReplyDeleteThe thing I love about traveling, kat, is how we're different people when we're in a different city from our own. Except when we're not. Not all married men are that bad, BTW. Some of us were faithful to our wives. Of course, those are the poor saps who's wives aren't faithful to them.
Home again soon, I hope?
home right now and thank goodness for that.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write. Love, love, love! Truly.
ReplyDeleteAlso? Boys are dumb.
confession: i wrote the great majority of this after clubbing, and i was crocked out of my mind. i have no idea what story i was supposed to be telling.
ReplyDeletedrunk writing is more fun.
ReplyDeleteand then there were those of us who actually live in the shadow of that bridge, who receive no per diem and pass innumerable taverns each night, wondering if their beer tastes different, if the kiss of their mystery will linger as we'd always dreamed it would... My biggest, funnest, most life-affirming and -threatening business trip was from my SF home to Cleveland. Yes, Cleveland rocks, and I'm the first to admit it. What SF does might also be called rocking, but of a subtly different sort.
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