i could talk to him, but then i run the risk of ruining my appreciation for him. i’d rather a canvas of nameless stranger on which to paint a fantasy than a luis with a pregnant and yet very understanding wife at home (somehow it wouldn’t bother her when he asked for my number..?). silliness, but you know what i mean. this is like the one restaurant that i’m petrified to go back to because in my memory the meal i had there was among the best in my life and i don’t think the reality of a return trip could ever stack up to what i have stored in my mind.

but you might as well say ‘good morning’.. you never know.