A high school Geomotry teacher said, ad nauseum: “If you make 2 or 3 good friends in life you are lucky”. I am on to good friend #7 or 8. A revealing afternoon with the payphonista (mentioned erstwhile) at the Lucid Café II in Woodside, Queens. He was not what I expected. From emails I thought he’d be bitter and spittle-fronted. Turns out he has a balanced head on his shoulders and, “as a gay male” (his words) he can see what women see in me (exes in particular) whereas I have no fucking idea.