Why I Love San Francisco

It was a perfect morning. The sky was blue, the air crisp and cool. I strolled down Market Street, watching the few people awake and out early on a Saturday morning.

I felt him staring at me and glanced at him as he approached me. With the click, click, click, of an Indian speaking English, he said, “You have a very lucky face. Two gentlemen will love you.”

I smiled, thanked him, and continued my stroll, wondering, “Who are these two gentlemen? Will they be loving me at the same time? Will I know they are loving me?”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s