The Bold Italic: I Met the Cutest Guy in SF — Then Forgot His Name
It had been a busy day, and I was walking around San Francisco alone seeking some time with my own thoughts, and maybe some adventure. I was standing on a corner in the Mission. The air was cool, but humid. The sun began to set as I smoked a joint, scrolling Grindr on my phone in between puffs.
I put my joint out on the pavement, stepping on it to extinguish the cherry. As I glanced up this gorgeous man walked by. He was probably six feet tall, blue eyes, dark hair, with an energy that I was immediately drawn to.
