Filed under: Quantum Kirk
* I know I mentioned in my last post that this article would be about my ‘perils in the personals,’ but I got ahead of myself. Two more installments (including this one) before we get there. My apologies.
Other than going to the bars, I didn’t have much to do the summer I moved to Arlington. School didn’t start for a few months and I didn’t have a job yet. I spent a lot of time reading and watching movies; my old standbys.
In between the movies and books, I was also trying my luck at telephone personals as well as personals in gay-friendly periodicals. It was exciting to check my “mailbox” via the telephone, but it took time.
During that time, I would spend some of my afternoons in the park behind my apartment complex. It was peaceful and there were rarely any people there during the week. One day, while I was sitting in one of the swings, reading (the ultimate avoidance technique pre-cellphone), a man and his Chow emerged from the dense woods that surrounded the north and east sides of the park. There are apartment complexes on the other side of these woods, so it’s not all that strange. The guy, on the other hand is another story… (more…)
