So I’m not too sure if last night was a date, but I had a great time a’dining and a’movie-ing with a great fellow. I even got a great kiss at the end of the night, which, for me anyway, was enough to qualify the evening as a bona fide Dating Game episode. We watched Brick, a contemporary noir film set in a southern California high school. The narrative, dialogue, and plot development were straight from Cain and Chandler, and played out in a very straightforward way, with no mannerist or stylistic flourishes, or Shyamalan-esque twists of the genre, other than kids enacting a classic noir tale. A very smart and fun movie.
This morning I woke to an amusing note from a fellow on Bear411: “Let’s keep in touch. We have some similar interests!” I took a gander at his profile… “Sleazy top bear pig into watersports, smokesex, three-ways, groups…” Smokesex? I can’t even imagine what that could be.
A few days ago Dean Smith and I, along with husbear Doug, and niece Jamie, visited the Anselm Kiefer show at SFMoMA. It’s a very powerful show, very beautifully installed, with lots of room to take in these very large works. They’re not just large physically, each is endowed with a heaviness of mood and content. The compositions are fairly uncomplicated, filled with magnificent brush work and dynamic materials. Despite the historical themes, Kiefer is always present as an artist, interpreter, and participant. They’re both grand and personal—like Elizabeth Schwarzkopf singing in your shower. We had an amazing dinner afterwards at Cafe Claude, which has become our little restaurant. I had a salad of greens, potatoes, bacon, and fois gras. Clothespin on aorta! This was followed by a seared tuna chunk swimming in a fabulous sauce of mushroom, cream, bacon again, and something else that overwhelmed the fish but was so delicious I forgot about the fish and just enjoyed it as a medium for carrying the sauce to my mouth. Liquid chocolate cake for dessert. This week’s food theme will be cruciferous and high-fiber.
Tonight I have a date with a gardener bear dude. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you about the little dude at Tower Market yesterday morning. He walked past me as I was making my cheese selection, and stared at me so intensely that I blushed and giggled, embarrassed that I could be the object of such a gaze. He was somehow in all the aisles that I ended up in, that same hungry look, the same blush and giggle, until I finally just walked up to him,
“Hi, I’m Chris.”
“Hey, I’m Chris, too! Are you single?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh, I’m not.”
“—-.”
“—-.”
I’m frankly not sure what would have been different if I had responded that I was also unavailable, but I gave him my card, anyway. He’s so cute! The kind of cute that hurts. And topples presidencies.
**Brring**
**Brring**
So that was Gardener Bear Dude, canceling. He’s sick. What to do tonight?
The adventure continues…