FOLLOW ME

Years ago, living downtown, the sheer volume of human interaction provided me the occasional muscle sighting. These were typically just quick encounters, a guy on the sidewalk, big arms swelling out of a short-sleeve shirt. I even kept a list to help recall such eye candy. Sometimes, more flesh would be revealed, via shorts or a tank, or I’d get a more lengthy look. I even went a block or more out my way sometimes to prolong the pleasure. In our dreams, our quarry would be this accommodating.