I sock Dan in the face and wonder if he’ll have already drafted a title for an article on the sad state of modern masculinity by the time I order my beer. The answer is yes, that wormy prick. Can’t wait to read about it on the High School Reunion Boards. Note to self: troll said boards when you get home.
The thought has pricked up on the back of my neck a handful of times in initial meetings. A first date or a happen-stance coffee and the sneaking hope: “Can I show you this place? Will you be the first, the only one worthy, to know this secret?”
Sleep in the bathtub and appreciate your personal space in different styles; snort the remnants of fading love letters.
It is in the safety of a bedroom that one can explore more deeply their feelings and ideas.