Hello Coil. oh how I missed you, I am so fucking glad you decided to sit on my lap tonight, it must be the Cat Stevens and the quite house.
Yes, me too.

The other night I walked into the the flat, carrying bags and boxes of photo lighting equipment, it was for a photo shoot Saturday. I found David and another man talking over a bottle of wine in the kitchen. This is why I love this house. In the las month the people who've walked beneath the eves have all inspired or impressed me. Kietten had just arrived from South Africa, he is a consultant for Nelson Mandela, along with a list of other titles and job descriptions. A noted celebrity on the other side of the world is drinking a bottle of wine in my house, and I haven't even done the dishes. The two poured me a drink and invited me to the kitchen conversation by offering a stool.
The topic begins,
what do you do Kate?
I laughed for a moment, because only hours ago I would have said something completely different, and what I was going to say, seemed awfully American, I was just enjoying the moment of humility.
I'm now, a pet photographer, hahaha.
Kietten in his very luscious, deep, English accent replied, only in San Francisco.
Amused he asked more questions, and I was delighted and answered him with more questions.
He was once a club photographer in Durban while in college. He photographed enlisted men with their prostitutes on Saturday nights. He had a racket for everything, which he freely admitted, and by the end of his summer had student photographers working for him, while he hung out with the club clientele. He had a racket for me too, target markets, and promotions.
Okay. I. am. getting. free advice. for my "San Francisco pet photography business", from the man who predicts economic fluctuations within South African markets.
dude.
Why can't I just keep telling you about Kietten?!!
I changed for dinner, and looked the straight girl part in 5 minutes.
Sarah picked me up and we went to this "singles", dinner. I had no idea what I was getting into, I'd just left delicious Gemini brain candy to have dinner with Josh, JJ, Wayne, Matt and a hand full of women. It was a straight moment, and the only thing which impressed me was forgetting my wallet. The restaurant, waned dot.economy, it's faux Knoll furniture was holding up and the food really had obnoxious names.
I'll have another bourbon and the Mulberry Smoked Mussels, please.
Those men make way more than me and they reek of intent, meanwhile I totally come uninvited and have no idea what I'm getting into.
I was too energized from the previous conversation that night to notice the self-conscious boys in their suits ramble off what they probably said last week to girls sitting close to them. Matt was my "match" for the night. This time I changed my profession, it's one thing to be a gay pet photographer, but playing straight, I assumed the art handler/carpenter roll. Guys dig chicks with power tools. Matt was adorable and probably hadn't had too many breakthrough Ecstasy revelations, or teenage LSD experimentation phases. He was the perfect over achieving- moved to SF by myself to work too much- but has a great big giant heart for just the right woman, kind of man that mom wishes for all of us.

That's pretty much the speed of the rest of the evening with Matt.

Sarah, so realized she was being ignored by Josh, so she got up to leave, I followed and didn't look back, oh except to say goodbye to Matt, he reall was sweet.
Side bar Josh being the "I look like a Kennedy so I may as well hit on two women at once." Called Sarah all weekend, to ask her out again, so I guess he wasn't too upset by this freeloading friend.