“What do you do for a living?” I ask. “I’m a tour guide,” he replies without hesitation. “Really? What kind of tours do you run?” “Camping.” I snort my drink up my nose as I giggle. “Oh.” I cough. “So . . . you’re the outdoor type?” “Totally.” He sips his margarita. “I’m at one with nature.” He crosses his two fingers to show me just how close.
