In the hallway, outside his apartment, I heard New Age music. I smelled musk-scented candles. When he opened the door, his face was flushed; I knew that he'd just come down from his anti-gravity boots....
We talked about est. I joked and told him I got several things. I got whatever you get even if you're not sure what it is you got or even that you got it, then that's what you're supposed to get.
I also got that he was the kind of person I could share what I got with...even if we weren't sharing it in bed.
Bob showed me the Samadhi isolation tank and then I stretched out on his water bed. He gave me a shiatsu massage. He knew I had seminar stiffness. We smoked some paraquat-free Panama Red and then we made love.
Afterwards, we talked into the night. Bob poured out all his feelings about things that concerned him: megavitamin therapy, solar energy, the ecosystem and ending world hunger through tofu consciousness. We made love again. And then stopped and had a Trail Mix snack. We talked till dawn, exchanging Patti Hearst theories, and then we fell asleep. By morning we were in love. Bob is a dream come true... a New Age Ward Cleaver.