I followed him for several blocks on the way to BART. The first thing I noticed about him was his slender hips. The second thing I noticed was his runway walk. With each step, each leg swiftly, confidently slicing in front of the other, his hips swayed. Swished. Back and forth. Swish, swish, swish. By the time we reached the BART station I realized I, too, was on the catwalk – swish, swish, swish – my ample hips in motion with his lithe ones.