I went out to dinner with a friend tonight. We went to the California Pizza Kitchen on Van Ness. I joked this was my first time in a California Pizza Kitchen in California.

While we were waiting for our food, these two bears walked by outside and into the restaurant. Both of our gaydars went off. They were stereotypical gay bears. They had "the look." Could have been twins. My friend mentioned they looked European. I had to agree. They had that look too.

When we were done, my friend went to the restroom, and, while I waited in the lobby, I got the other look from them. You know the look. The "I want to take you home and fuck you until your hole screams for mercy" look.

As I pondered that look, I thought to myself about how lucky I am to live in a city where men are completely at ease about expressing interest, and possibly meeting someone, in any area in town, whether it be downtown or the Castro or SOMA. I had the same thought when I saw two guys walking hand-in-hand in front of my building, in the financial district.

It's not the first time that's happened. One time, I was driving down Harrison, still in the downtown area, when a cute guy, walking with another guy, stared blatantly as I drove by. And, turned around and continued to stare until i made a turn at the next street. Then there was the infamous motorcycle incident, where the guy kept pulling up alongside me and beeping, and waving at me in a way that suggested he wanted to meet me. Pity his helmet obscured his face. Maybe he would have been right up my alley. And finally, there was the guy today at the dog park, who, even though he pretended to admire Buster, his eye and body language told me he was admiring something else.

I guess I'm too romantic, but I have this fantasy of meeting that special guy in some non-traditional gay way. Similar to a "Darrin meets Samantha when they bump into each other in the revolving door" kind of thing.
ANYTHING but a traditional meeting place, like a bar, the baths, at some event, or on one of the hookup sites like Bear411. And then, once we do meet and fall in love, we go back to being stereotypical fags as a couple.

Is that too much to ask?

Well, if that fantasy is ever to come true, I guess there is no better place in the world for that to happen than right here in San Francisco.