Tracy told me about getting picked up while walking along Beach Blvd. Just another fuck, but still, just by walking home. So as I walked home from leaving my car for repair, I had the memory of him and his encounter.
Just before I was to make the turn off of Beach, a car pulled up and the driver asked if I wanted a ride. I laughed to myself and said “No”. It kind of felt good to get noticed that way, but I really wasn’t in the mood for sex. So I turned the corner, but so did the driver. He asked if I was sure I didn’t want a ride. This time I said “Yes”.
We went to my apartment, about 3 blocks away, and fucked. I never saw him again. I don’t think I even got his name. But it seemed like it would be a good story to tell Tracy. Both of us being picked up on Beach Blvd. I sure miss Tracy.