The man stared at me, physically pulling his head back on his neck, like a bird recoiling from a potential predator, and he was beautiful, and he’d had treatments – of course he’d had treatments, look at him, charisma, confidence, the sense of his own worth, worth, to be worthy – of a quality that is commendable, admirable, respected, and he said, “Wow, that is so deep.” He meant it, of course. “You’re really real,” he added breathily. “Say something else.” I decided he wasn’t worth punching, and walked away.
