Now naked from the waist up, I awkwardly looked around my date’s kitchen and said hello to his sister. I’d certainly met some interesting people since moving to San Francisco. My date, meanwhile, was taking two bicycles out of a kitchen cupboard, preparing them for our trip to Sausalito.
“I’ve not ridden a bike in decades”, I told him, carefully not mentioning exactly how many decades. He glossed over this, instead pressing two Playmobil figures into my hands. They looked exactly like the two of us – and my figure was shirtless.