Sometimes, things just fall into place.
It always seems that the harder I look the less I find. But this is an occasion where I didn't have to look very hard. It is a situation where technique met fantasy.
I had a session last evening with a college lad I met at the book store. I go there sometimes just to check.
He was in the classics section. He looked to be 19 or 20, slender and athletic like a swimmer, with a shaved haircut which, if it wasn't bleached, consisted of the naturally blondest hair I had ever seen on a boy. He was about my size--not too short, not too tall.
I asked him what he was reading and he said he was looking for Robert Louis Stevenson for his English class that was starting at college in a couple of weeks. I said I wasn't him but I told him I could show him where that section was. He laughed.
He said he was looking for the Stevenson story, "Weir of Hermiston". I told him I hadn't read that one, though I had heard of it. Anyway, I volunteered to help him look. We found it after doing a little searching; it was one of two stories in one volume, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Weir of Hermiston". I restrained my sense of humor regarding Jekyll/Hyde; I didn't want to come off as a complete weirdo and maybe scare the kid off.
I went over to the magazine section and picked up a Car and Driver and got into the checkout line just behind him. We chatted a little we waited in line. I asked him if he wanted some coffee. (The Barnes and Noble has a Starbucks coffee area in it.)
After we checked out, we had coffee and talked about his school and stuff and I kind of got the impression that he would like to play. You know how it is.
